<em>As the sun peeks up over Sharn through the window into the room, it almost seems like a voyeur, it's bright and warm gaze passing over a very unusual, nonetheless erotic scene. Peacefully, entangled with eachother in an almost adorable manner are two beatiful women, though how they could be more different, few could say.<br/><br/>One, the owner of the room, is an elven scholar, one Eliza Mathrem, smaller than the other, and, in fact, curled up into the other's bosom like a kitten.<br/><br/>The other, who is, while taller than Eliza, still short by human standards, would be much less comfortable in a city such as Sharn under normal circumstances... after all, she is a shifter. Still, the heritage has most touched her in granting her the strength and grace of the lycanthropes, and her beauty is a feral one. Her almond-shaped green eyes are, for now, shut, and her toned, tanned, and, surprisingly hairless body rises and falls a little with each breath. Still, whatever fur she might have lost on her body is made up by her long, luxurious auburn hair, though her pointy ears and small claws on her hands reveal her heritage most blatantly.</em>