Belinda starr: http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8640 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8640)<br/><br/>Belle gave Samuel a broader smile, almost a grin "Up to our necks, heh.  Maybe with stretched necks or short by a head."  She apeared to relax a bit.  She leand forward and propped the arm holding her mug on the table.  Her left arm.  Her right hand lay flat on the table.<br/><br/>Few things in life genuinely startled Belle anymore.  The arrival of the Noble's courtesan - and she was hardly anything less - was one of them.  She had the graceful beauty of all elves.  And despite being a slave - she had to be to move so openly - she carried herself with literally regal poise.  Belle's eyes darted again to the hooded woman.  Their movements were very similar in, well, style was the only word she could come up with.  Could she also be... Oh hell.  An organize resistance movement by the... no no, don't even think it.<br/><br/>The man in the dark booth semed to b relaxing, just a bit.  He gave careful looks to all who entered, of which Belle approved greatly.  She caught him glancing a couple of quick glances at her.<br/><br/>As did Aleander, another watchful fellow.  "I don't know you, Alexander  But Samuel has spoken highly of you."  Her swords were concise, almost terse, but her tone was warmly polite.