<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>(http://img685.imageshack.us/img685/405/21a865a7ba88f39ad043583.jpg)<br/><br/>http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9886 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9886)</div></div><br/>Arriving to town via carriage, curtesey of another band of adventurers going to the same location as I am. So why shouldn't I avail myself of their curtsey of bringing me along and not having to walk? I did oh so make sure to show my respect to them all, giving the group plenty of think about once we do make it to town. Giving each of them a wink and a shake of my ass, apologizing for not wanting to join their group, as I've already have previous arrangements.<br/><br/>Walking down the lean streets of Undermountain towards the Inn of the Yawning Portal, the only articles of clothing I am wearing is a simple knee length cloak and sturdy shoes. Letting it pillow open with my legs kicking into the cloth, occasionally exposing more of my legs and what appears to be a tip of a tail. In addition, I am wearing a hat to hide another trait of mine, as I keep up my casual walking down the roads with a smile on my lips.<br/><br/>Sauntering down the roads and finally coming across the Inn proper. Walking inside to see about if my contact has arrived or not, while setting a paw on my hip and scanning the room for my associate. Which opens up the cloak and further exposes my flesh to anyone watching, as the ideas and morality of humans is a joke to me.