<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/D5c5879d53339e5f91e002a6066224ab.jpg)</div><strong>Kava Kepeshkmolik</strong><br/><br/>Kava drank daintily from the stew, bringing a big wooden spoon to her sensual silver lip, puffing on the steam and then taking a long sip.<br/><br/>She smiled at the flavor.  “Thin, of course, but hot and delicious.”  She ate quickly, genteel manners tempering a soldier's appetite.  Her eyes lifted to her buxom new friend as she began to dance, though.  Kava blushed a little at the delectable spectacle and quickly drained the bowl down so she could drum a rhythm on the table as she watched the teifling dance.<br/><br/>She gave a startled but quite happy 'yip' when Tyria returned to the table and settled into her lap.  Blushing a little, she gave her new friend a snuggle around the little waist.<br/><br/>“Perhaps,” she suggested softly, “We could go to the temple and ask after the fallen?  Maybe the priests can shed some light on who it was who slew them.”<br/><br/>She looked over to her green haired friend.  “Alisandra.  Those men who were speaking too loudly about the troubles.  Would you like to go see if they have anything of real substance to share?”<br/><br/>“Tyria, if you pleased our buxom hostess, maybe she'll share some news with you?”<br/><br/>She looked around for something else they could do while here to further their goals.