A dozen young elves stormed the Arthur family pallace where, the night before, Lusitania Devotion had the privlige of entertaining the guests.<br/><br/>After leaving a few half asleep guards and kung fu buttlers tied up amongst last night's litter, they found the the elven damsel sprawled happily in a tangle of nude human and gnomish boddies, easily distinguished by several facts.  Firstly, she was awake, whereas the mortals were still deeply asleep from the fatigue of their early morning festivities.  That fact didn't mean she'd moved, for she was quite thoroughly enjoying the cuddle.  She lay on her stomache, breasts pressed into their host's chest, arms around the waists of the human women snuggling up to them on each side.  Her svelte figure was  another clue as to her true identity, but the golden skinned redhead's tattoo, an intricate image of a cheetah falling down her back, was a dead giveaway.<br/><br/>The humans and gnomes groaned and stirred as the elves barged in, but the redhead grinned and shushed them all, crawling lightly out of the tangle and crossing too the mob to inquire as to the problem.<br/><br/>She blanched in horror at the whispered respone, then touched their shooulders.  "You were right to come to me, cousins.  What you've heard is true, I am no bard, but a bladesinger, and I will not shrink from this duty."