An alabaster skinned elfmaid strides into the Dragon's Tail in, where she'd been told she might make some contacts to sign on to a civilian adventuring vessel, and looked at the couple going up the stairs with such obvious passion with a grin.<br/><br/>"Sweet Hanali," she whispered, resting her hands on her slim waist where it was visible below the sash tied around her breasts and behind her neck to bare the image of the wingless golden dragon coiling down her tight back, "it is so good to be in civvies."<br/><br/>The moon elf's baby blue hair spilled freely down to her waist on the left half of her back, but up in a half bun on the right, pinned there with a pair of silver scisors.<br/><br/>Long, strong legs in soft mocasins started across the room to the bar, hips rolling.  The snug leather pants were laced up the outsides with a great deal of alabaster flesh visible between the laces.<br/><br/>There were several subtle bulges in her sash, and a katana tucked through it over one hip, an oaken practice blade tucked below it.<br/><br/>She took a seat and settled an Elven Imperial Fleet duffle bag on the counter next to her, then inquired of the barkeep if they had any mulled mead.