[Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=110427)]<br/><br/>"Hey!" Selariel gasps as her pert buttcheek is pinched, making her blush all the way to the pointed tips of her ears. She twirls around to try and slap away the offending hand, but is too slow; she does, however, catch a good look of the offender's devilish wink. Promising to teach the finger-licking rascal involved a harsh lesson if she ran into him again, the elfin maiden tugs her scanty loincloth to try and cover up her ass, feeling more exposed than ever.<br/><br/>That feeling of vulnerability persists all the way through her arrival at the city center as she mentally sorts through the town crier's reports. She can't help but notice that all the citizens are dressed in very modest white robes, and she is practically the only one showing off so much of her sleek, lithe figure. Indeed the wolf whistle and the accompanying compliment warn the elfin girl that there are at least a few feasting their eyes upon her flawless skin and scarcely-clothed form. Keeping an eye out for groping hands and thieves Selariel juggles the different options in her mind.<br/><br/>At least she decides to investigate the gang of cultists or slavers within the city. She doesn't want to venture out of the city so soon yet, not when she is still new to the area itself. Providing the authorities with useful information might even put her on good terms with the local law enforcement, and if not, there was always the reward to be had. And what better place to start her investigation than the scene of their last crime? Flipping her mane of brilliant golden hair over one shoulder and with a swirl of red-and-gold fabric (that raises her loincloth just enough to expose a glimpse of the revealing black thong she wears as underwear), Selariel heads off in the direction of the Pink Hydra.