<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0d/00Tyria.jpg/432px-00Tyria.jpg)</div>Finally relaxing now that her part to play is complete. Slowly a warm, but aloof smile passing her large, plump lips. Tyria standing up straight and with a single practiced motion the tiefling removed a pair of thick, rimmed glass from and a writing tools her cavernous cleavage and pressed the pair of spectacles to her faces with a tap of the bridge. They were ill fitting and too large for, but they were a memento of her father and often a source of comfort when worn. Plus they made her feel more distinguished and made her eyes difficult to see. A useful tool or so the caravan master would say.<br/><br/>"Very well a caravaneer shall be by later to work out the details. In the meantime I will be leaving the goods here for distribution should that be acceptable. Consider it a show of good faith "<br/><br/>The young scholar simply stated still doing her best to act the part proscribed to her before taking notes on the observable traits of the villagers in quick, yet efficiently scrawl of her quill. Then with a single stroke she divided a small space for new information.<br/><br/>"Before we leave, if you would be so kind I would like to ask a few questions about these bandits.  For example would you say here is a certain time of the day/night cycle they are more likely to strike? When they attack do you know from which direction they arrive and which they leave by? What sort of weapons did they use? Did anything strike you as notable about what they wore? Would you say they had genitals, if so, have you seen them? How would you compare them to you own? May I see yours to confirm your assessment?<br/><br/>Tyria continued this line going far off track,  rattling off a series of long, complexly worded questions and filing requests for hair and semen sample of any villagers who been attacked and a number of highly inappropriate quandires about elven gestation periods. before finally snapping herself out of it by the time she had jotted down enough to fill the scrap of parchment in her hands front to back.<br/>