Brenna was as pleased as Lyn was as the large, middle-aged woman gave them their drink and meat, though Brenna had less manners to speak of about tearing into it than Lyn did.  The free show was quite nice, so perhaps she'd reconsider the innkeeper for later instead... and while most everyone seemed content with discussing the winter feast, the couple of dwarves seemed to be discussing the death of one of their own... from what it sounded like it seemed like a mugging, but they may see it quite differently instead.  If the dwarves were willing to work with an outsider (e.g. non-dwarf) that could mean something for Lyn to work on, though investigating murders were not quite her forte...<br/><br/>On the side of pleasure though, the blonde woman looked to be taken for the night, but the ebony woman... well, a couple of merchants looked to be being stingy with their coin, instead trying to woo her with words.  Lyn chuckled to herself over her honeyed wine; had they confused a whore for a slut, and thought that their words would have the weight to bed her?  No... whores were worth their weight in gold... and reaching into her bag Lyn pulled out a fifty-coin pouch of gold, jangled it when she caught the ebony beauty looking her way, a motion of her head asking her to come on over before she set the coin pouch on the table before her and went back to her wine.  If this worked, then the whore would be joining her in her trip over to the dwarven trio after a negotiation of price, and if not... well, she'd down her warm wine, strip out of her winter gear, see if her natural assets caught her attention, and then if that still failed she'd see the dwarves anyway.<br/><br/>...actually, she'd undress first anyhow, and so she stood from her seat and began to undo her massive coat, which buttoned on down to her mid-thigh area from her neck.  When she finally unbuttoned it, and shrugged it off onto her seat, what was revealed was truly impressive by any standard.  The first thing that was likely noticed was that she had a truly impressive bosom, a healthy set of Ds upon her chest, which looked to be barely contained within her low-cut blouse with a chain shirt beneath, and the blouse itself was white and seemed cut to reveal the fact that she was in excellent physical shape; her muscles were clearly shown through the tight sleeves of her shirt, at least that which wasn't covered by the brown leather gloves that went up her arm, to just past her elbow anyway, being buckled on and just as conforming to her figure, with just her fingers and thumb revealed from the second knuckle onwards.  Around her waist was a brown leather cincher, further emphasizing her womanly shape but also with slots for daggers and other small items in them, should she need to fill them for easy access, and a belt was slung across her waist and hooked into the cincher which held her blade, which didn't look to be cheap but also looked functional like the small buckler that remained on her left forearm, given that it was strapped to it and small enough not to be a major hindrance to her actions.<br/><br/>Below the waist was an interesting story, for the heavy yet perky bosom gave way to a thin, yet muscular (nobody could see that but she had nicely defined abs in a six-pack) waist, and that gave way to a set of hips that were to die for, leading into a pair of legs that went on for ages.  Her pants were tan and, like the rest of her, they were tight on her body, revealing an ass that was round and toned enough to bounce a quarter off of, her entire body a well oiled, well trained muscled machine by the looks of it, and yet she still looked every bit the woman she was!  Over the majority of her pant legs were her thigh-high boots, the same dark brown leather as her gloves were, and again buckled up quite high upon her leg, and really she had considered getting a wand with a spell to quickly strip herself, but she'd worry about that later.  What<em>really</em>stood out on her<em>feminine</em>form however was the very distinct, very prominent, and rather<em>large</em>bulge at her crotch, suggesting she was packing a<em>lot</em>more than the average woman was, and was not concerned in the slightest about letting anyone know about it.<br/><br/>Standing as she stuffed all but her grey cloak in her bag, and then hooked her bag onto her cincher with a buckle for safety, Lyn was grinning proudly as she took her seat, crossing her legs like a lady as she picked up her honeyed wine, bringing it to her lips and downing a large portion of it.  Now, she'd simply wait to see if<em>any</em>of her display, from the gold to her figure to her package, had drawn the ebony lass' attention, and if not... well, either way she was going to see the dwarf trio, so it was but a matter of if she'd be seeing them with a friend for the evening or not when she asked about the murder and why they suspect it as something other than the random mugging the guards thought it to be.<br/><br/>(I assume her dressing is sufficiently sexy and fitting with the feel of the game?)