<em>Kharali smirks, obviously only half-believing the elven girl, but still smiles affectionately at her and ruffles her hair, then ordering something quick, tossing the tavern wench an extra silver to ensure she gets it quickly.<br/><br/>Yurika, rolling her eyes at her friend, nods as she listens to Eliza.<br/><br/>"Well, you'll certainly help. All of us are wanderers, and so don't know the library nearly as well as you probably do..."<br/><br/>"Yup yup!"<br/><br/>A bright, cheerful voice rings out from behind Eliza, and, if she turns, she finds herself staring at the bust of the aasimar healer, whose face is as friendly and happy as her sing-song tone would indicate. Silver, flimsy material hugs the breasts, but her tunic and breeches, likewise made of the silken, silvery material are certainly more concealing than Kharali's revealing attire. Her teifling friend, more slim and sleek, is dressed similiarly, only in black, and offers a smirk in contrast to her companion's broad grin.</em>