Shay, out of curiosity mainly, would lift up her skirt when she made it to her room to check if the bartender's reported rumor was true or not. If it was, it didn't seem to work on humans. And for that she was most grateful. While she had been with women who naturally sported cocks, Shay liked her lady bits too much to make a switch. Though she wouldn't mind seeing the bard's reaction if she happened to sprout one. Speaking of which... Shay plopped down on the bed, which she instantly regretted due to the unyielding firmness, and let out a sigh. No sign of Yewbough. And the evening was beginning to settle in.<br/><br/>It was looking like that her options for the evening were rather clear: find Yewbough or go find the paladin's room number for...whatever end that would yield her. Really, as much as Shay wanted to slap the blonde up the side of her highborn head, her best bet was going to be<em>not</em>antagonizing the paladin. Also...while Shay trusted that Yewbough was a man grown and had already shown he was capable in traveling by making it to Seahurst, his naivety didn't inspire a lot of faith.<br/><br/>Making sure her blackjack was within easy reach if it really came down to it, Shay was out the door and back on the streets of the city, off in search of Yewbough. Her first stop, the marketplace, where she had seen several performers plying their trade the day before. Maybe the bard was now among them.<br/><br/>