<em>Eliza finds the room to be extraordinarily chaotic, and, even at this point in the morning, perhaps more risque than strictly necessary, but rarely, she has found in the past, do all of the patron find it necessary to slip out of their bed-clothes for breakfast.<br/><br/>The Manticore's Barb, just by virtue of being itself, has never attracted particularly uptight patronage, and, of course, now is no different. Lounging about, she finds herself gazing upon vistas of flesh that some nobles, if they knew of this place, would pay handsomely to view. <br/><br/>A lucious young aasimar maiden reclines in one corner, letting the sunlight from a shuttered window warm her golden skin and shine off her golden hair as she nibbles away at bits of fruit that are spread on the table before her. At another table, surrounded by her adventuring companions, a rather well-endowed female changling, dressed in absolutely nothing at all, but with no apparent nipples or slit reclines, chatting away cheerily as her hand idly strokes herself publicly, though from the amused gleam in her eyes, it's more to get the stares and, of course, bulges that she's getting. But several others abound, including a shifter ranger dressed in nothing but a pair of breeches at the bar, the half-elven beguiler in another corner who already looks like she's luring in customers.<br/><br/>Still, most of the buzz seems to center around an odd-looking human woman who sits close to Eliza's table. Petite like the elf, she is, nevertheless, human, with skin as pale as snow, and long, straight jet-black hair, with dark brown, almond-shaped eyes and an exotic look about her. Dressed simply in adventurer's attire, nothing fancy at all, she seems to have fairly ample curves under the cloth, at least to Cum's eyes, which have been trained in which clothes conceal and which conceal the charms of men and women. The katana at her side, though, indicates she is far more than just a pretty face, as do the whispers about the room, which speak of the swordfight she had the other night with a local bully, a swordsman skilled in the rapier. Word is said she defeated him before he was even able to draw his sword. And, apparently, she's looking for both scholars and adventurers, though separately...</em>