Whispers on the Ngiht Wind was not a big girl.  In the east, she was down right tiny at five feet tall, slender and shapely.  The girl’s she lead were of comparable size, so Obsidian was easily a head taller than all of them.<br/><br/>The Linowan girl rested her cheek on Obsidian’s bicep when she sensed her friend was nervous, but didn't press the issue.<br/><br/>They made the Harlot’s Crotch a few minutes short of fashionably late.  Whispers passed a few extra silver bits back to her cousin in a leather pouch.  She flashed them a grin and glanced around at the rowdy crew.  “Have fun, girls.”<br/><br/>The redhead—Gentle Beam, and the black girl her arms were linked with—looked about with no small degree of excitement— albeit over a bit of trepidation—and lead their friends to a table amidst the crowd.  She caught a barmaids attention and ordered a round of spiced mead for her friends.  The other girls were a bit more nervous about the crowd, but tried not to let it show.  Two were also linowan, and two a pair of beautiful, amber skinned twins from the blessed isle.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Whispers stayed with Obsidian all the way up the stairs.  She looked around the room, liquid black eyes wide in delight.  There were all kinds of beautiful women, a few handsome men, one alluring creature whose gender she couldn't quite place, and a stunning man who clearly wasn't human at all.  “Hello everyone,” She sing-songed cheerfully.  “I’m Whispers on the Night Wind.  This is Obsidian Fury.  Are we in the right place?”<br/>