<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a9/77/cf/a977cfccc935943fad2d001ec527a420.jpg)</div>Menzoza Kilrahel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=906273)<br/><br/>Menzoza was of course fashionably late, mainly because the short blonde servant girl who was escorting her looked completely exhausted, hair a mess and a look on her face like she was contemplating an entirely different universe, swaying gently as she was supported by the imposing Drow .... actually she didn't have a title right now, so just Drow.<br/><br/>Giving the servant girl a pat on the rear, Menzoza pushed her out of the door with a bark of a laugh and then went to join the others, her music case bounding on its strap in time to Menzoza's own fairly considerable chest that was held by a leather top that wasn't really what you'd call armour or even clothes. It was at best containment and it was clearly struggling to fulfill the job. She had a confidence to her walk that was almost sarcastic, as if the floor beneath her should consider itself thankful she was willing to walk on it today.<br/><br/>"Menzoza Kilrahel" she said in a voice that dripped with honey as she lounged back into a chair, tipping it back so she could get her feet up on the table and let her long white hair cascade behind it. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of any of you here."<br/><br/>Withdrawing an apple from her knapsack, she took a slow bite of it as she let her eyes slowly take in who was here and when the apple came away her smile was even more full of worrying approval.<br/><br/>"Well look at that, you spend a long life wondering if you'll ever get the chance to try fuck a Wood Elf and then two come along at once. My fortunes really are turning."