<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/shalltear_zpsnyr2ozcf.jpg)</div><br/>The unfortunate gnome, perhaps expecting to be caught by the door for a third time, managed a quick if unsteady lurch to the side as it opened yet again.<br/>Sadly for him, though, that lurch brought his head into contact with the large bag the newest visitor to the inn held, and there was a clearly audible sound when his head connected with something hard.<br/>The owner of said bag was a rather generously proportioned young woman, who seemed to be barely more than a girl despite her bust. However, there was definitely something off-putting about Peac- about Whisper Moonsoul Cro- alright, everyone called her Peach, mostly because it was easier to remember and didn't change regular to reflect the tormented darkness of her dark torment. Still, her pale hair and skin and dark dress, combined with her apparent inability to ever blink when she looked at people was definitely just a little bit disturbing although that gaze was quickly broken by a blink as the gnome's collision jolted the bag and a trio of brightly coloured fluffy toys spilled out onto the floor.<br/><br/>When Sella had found the young woman she had been deep underground in a decaying crypt of unnatural and quite possibly impossible design, seated in a dark, dank chamber devoid of corners or the slightest hint of a straight line, it's walls covered with carvings that seemed to twist and weep in the dim light while a massive, bulbous something lurked in the shadows.<br/>And held a little cup of tea delicately in a glistening tentacle while Peach chattered happily to it and a quartet of stuffed toys were arranged around her.<br/><br/>This had, she had informed the bard, been part of an arcane and blasphemous ritual to appease the mighty beast's wrath at the cost of her own torn and corrupt soul and<em> most definitely not a tea party.</em><br/>She neglected to comment on the little cakes she had been eating at the time, and would apparently not hear any questions about them.<br/>As girlish as she was, when Sella had mentioned finding out what had happened to her brother, she had found herself inches away from a very determined pair of eyes demanding to come with her.<br/><br/>With her newest to- newest ritual effigies tucked back into her bag, Whisper made her way over to the bard, her face solemn as befitted a practitioner of the darkest of arts. Beside her floated a cute ball of fluffy fabric in the rough shape of an imp, which tried vainly to remove a pink bow that had been tied around its tail.