<em>The minotaur nods, and offers a fanged smile to the four, and though Bonesaw bristles to be able to fight the half-breed, who looks like he's worth at least a decent scrap, he unwillingly restrains himself, unable to so much as lift a talon against anything unless his mistress commands him, or they attack.<br/><br/>The other two, though, nod graciously to the minotaur as they pass through. The towering bouncer points to a large table off to the side, where a single individual sits, tall and beautiful, with long, shimmering, dark blue the color of midnight under a full moon's beams, luminescent, almost golden skin, and glowing purple orbs for eyes, gleaming in the soft light of the candles. She seems to be an impossibly beautiful elf, in truth, more than anything else, in a cloak not unlike her tresses in color, beneath it a dress of shifting colors that seem remiscient of the pruples, reds, oranges, and yellows that paint the sky at dawn or twilight.</em><br/><br/>OOC: If you want, make a Knowledge (the planes) check to identify her.