The first thing to tip off those who couldn't see through a mind blank that the buxom, mocha skinned bar maid was not what she seemed to be was the jaunty bounce and easy smile as she skipped up to the table, balacing a tray full of food and drink easily.  This was no mean feat, but the way she walked up to these august individuals without fear was the most telling.  Her creamy breasts seemed about ready to bounce out of the deep V of her blouse as she lightly set down what each of them had ordered, then pirroutted into a chair.  "Sorry I'm late, boys, but I hate running out on part time jobs, and every once in a while I like to dream of having cleevage."  To exagerate the point, she made her bust shrink first, the mocha bounty dwindling to a small, round perkiness before the rest of the change went into effect, skin fading to lightly tanned causcasian, hair uncurling and fading to strawberry blonde, body stretching to tall and lythe, with taut stomache and bony shoulders.<br/><br/>Rowena Cormaeril, psionic swashbuckler and interplanar Harper, leaned back in the chair and propper her healed  men's bots up on the table.  She rolled her body shoulders as her blouse became a man's shirt, loosely laced to form a V down to the naval, and the skirt vanished, replaced by tight, side laced leather pants.  She war a cavalier's hat with a white plume and crystal clear spectacles, a shell braclet, a jeweled belt, and a small hip pack, and a variety of rods and crystals.<br/><br/>She tipped her hat to Rillian, "My lady.  I, too, find merit in your porposal.  But, to both agree and sum up, to make information go astray is useless if we don't have information.  Be it turning the lords of the nine on one another or causing battles to go astray, our primary need is for the apropriate intelegence.  'Know thy enemy and know thyself, and in a thousand battles, you will never be in danger.'  My first quetsion is simply, 'What is the cause of Baator's drastic increase in power?  It might be a simple matter of eliminating that cause."