Smiling a bit as she joined Petra the gnomish woman Tinde walked along with her eagerly, following as they moved ahead, seeming to think on things. "Alright, there is a person in here that might have some answers, but they dont advertise their skill. So a bit of discretion is a better part of the valor." She smiled and nod to Petra, leading her along the town's streets once they had left the inn behind. "I thought you had rewards to claim or did you already do that? Well anyway, this person I know, I have to ask you to not stare."<br/><br/>Not explaining it much more than that, she paused eventually before a strange round door at an alleyway, barely noticeable. Knocking on it barely audibly, she waited a moment, then knocking again.<br/><br/>Some time passed, before the door was opened. What lay inside looked like a young woman but covered with scales, and with sharp teeth. Green scale-like pattern in her skin was evident, but from the looks of it that was like tattooing, not standing out really. She had golden eyes with slit pupils, watching Tinde a bit warily.<br/><br/>"You have reason interrupt me?" She spoke, looking up at Petra.<br/><br/>The scaled woman was entirely naked, and though she looked like the scaling was perhaps mere tattooing, a slender tail behind her showed it was more than that. She had a pear-like bosom, full, round breasts with perky nipples, her stomach a lighter shade of green it seemed, leading down between her thighs to a very tightly closed mound.<br/><br/>"You bring another?" She blinked, and narrowed her eyes. "Is not smell like society." She narrowed her eyes looking at Petra. "She is a friend, and saved my life. I was hoping you'd help her identify a few things." The scaled woman sighed but stepped back, gesturing them in. "Lay it on table."<br/><br/>The room beyond was barely a staircase to a basement, the windowless room with a round bed in its corner, pillows around the rim. There was a large closet seemign to serve as a makeshift pantry, one door open to show fruits and salted meats set about in bowls. A bookshelf at another wall had jars with various strange, unmentionable looking little materials, to a large table nearby with a simple though uncomfortable looking chair near it, the table holding a lone book on its surface, with runes across its surface.<br/><br/>"Petra, meet Scia, Scia, meet Petra. Scia is a<em>rare</em>sort of a magic user, but quite talented..." As Tinde was speaking the serpent-woman spoke. "Witch. Means witch. Try make me sound fancy, bah. Show what you have. I will tell what it do."