<div class="floatleft">Han Ming-Fu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2318621)<br/>(https://i.gyazo.com/789772ede28173cb214f86fff115c5d3.jpg) (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2318621)</div><br/>The drowess and the dhampyr seemed to both agree with her assessment of the singing voice in the distance.  The boistrous fellow, Khan likewise seemed to agree.  When she turned to head towards the doorway, she managed to take two steps when she felt Khan's hand reach up her armored hauberk and squeeze her ample ass.  She froze with wide eyes and squeaked a little wordless "eep!"<br/><br/>Trying to recover her sense of propriety, the young Tian stammered, hemmed, and hawed for several seconds before taking a flustered and baffled inhale of breath, trying to emit some word of protest, before slamming her mouth shut and just pretending that nothing happened.  She resumed her pace forth, red-cheeked and nonplussed at how to respond to this bewildering man.<br/><br/>"Ahem... *cough* if you will please, fall in step behind me, I will go ahead and attempt to make contact with our mysterious singer.  Let us all present ourselves as peaceful, ye?  No threatening movements or gestures, and I shall see whom lies beyond..."<br/><br/>The shapely bard then walked (with a pleasant sway and wriggle to her behind) forth to the doorway she had indicated, and using the rod as she had studied, tried to open the portal and step into what room was beyond. Her face gave a benign smile as her hands were open, and she called out.<br/><br/>"Hello?  We mean no harm, we heard your singing, and wondered if we might speak with you?"<br/>