Eliza gasps and grunts through the pinches and gropes on the street, but secretly loves it, even once "accidentally" getting "pushed" so that a had on her ass gets a much better feel. She looks about constantly, but says nothing, pretending all the while to be a scholarly girl with morals.<br/><br/>As she arrives at the Library, she glances up at the wachtower, counting the glowing marks. Nine... thirty something. She pouts cutely and sighs resignedly. She wouldn't have enough time to get off on the steps before the Grat Keeper of Lore arrived... She'd just have to do it in the stacks of the Library. Or perhaps at one of the tables whilst pretending to read a book?<br/><em>"Gods, that Kharali girl's still got me flowing... I wonder if she'd care to travel a bit... would be nice."</em>She thinks to herself.<br/><br/><em>"Perhaps it's time to leave Sharn again? I could take her out into the world... Just head back to the tavern as -me- instead of Eliza... tell her Eliza sent me..? Hmm... not a bad idea..."</em>