"Did I say early?" she replies, smirking slightly, leaving the elf wondering what she really meant. "Need to know? Hmm... mostly, you just want to be respectful. She's quite powerful. Oh, and don't stare, too much, she gets a little annoyed, at that."<br/><br/>A few minutes later, the mistress of the house arrives, a delicate, thin human woman, though rather buxom, pale-skinned, and extremely attractive. Her age is... difficult to place, though she certainly looks more matronly than young. She's wearing a red, very tight, form-hugging dress, that hides less than it shows, and seems to emphasize her generous assets. "Ahhh, Sharlin, my dear, it's good to see you again. And what have you brought me, this time?" "Ahh, a delightful little one... and elf woman, who can't remember anything; she seems to be suffering from some sort of amnesia." "Amnesia? Oh, you poor dear, I can see why you'd bring her to me," the woman says, smiling. "Hello there, dear," she says, directly to the elf, bending over a little. "How are you feeling?"