Arran grinned as he stepped into the darker insides of the Golden Wench. Now this, this is was a tavern! Using his years of experience being a guy, Arran surrupticiously watched the fluttering bottom edges of the more fleshy wenches skirts. Unfortunately, he wasn't male anymore, a slight flush deep down in his abdomen reminded him of it. Shaking his head, Arran weaved through the crowd to the bar counter, where he could ask for directions to the herbalist.