<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4TQ0HYL.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong>   </td><td>Shahazadi Ab-Beth Nahrain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272443.msg13402541#msg13402541)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong>   </td><td>Tavern, Top-Middle Table (<strong>L5</strong>)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong>   </td><td>Muineth, Laica, Calitorn.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Health:</strong>   </td><td><strong>HP:</strong> 21, <strong>Condition:</strong> Normal </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Defenses:</strong>   </td><td><strong>AC:</strong> 17, <strong>TAC:</strong> 17, <strong>FFAC:</strong> 12, <strong>CMD:</strong> 16 </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Passives:</strong>   </td><td><strong>Fort:</strong> +2, <strong>Ref:</strong> +9, <strong>Will:</strong> +2, <strong>Init:</strong> +4, <strong>Perc:</strong> +7 (+9 <em>vs surprise</em>)</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>They were almost there, just a few more paces and they could get out of the rain and out of view of the street. Shahazadi could already see the entrance to the Three Sister Tavern and picked up the pace a little, skipping ahead of her tall Elven companion. When she reached the front door she looked back at Muineth and flashed her a cheeky grin. She was in a good mood and had been looking forward to visiting the tavern today. It had been a while since they had last been here, what between their odd jobs and helping out around the Fletcher Smithy. Isabella Fletcher was an incredibly kind woman and a good cook who appreciated having so many people enjoy her food. There had been little time and reason to come to tavern, but Shahazadi missed the few friends she made while in Mirtan and knew that most of them could be found here. She had managed to drag Muineth away from the forges and informed the Fletchers not to wait up for them. Standing beneath the little overhang above the tavern door she shook herself, or her cloak to be more precise. It wouldn’t do to bring the cold misery from outside with her when she stepped inside. Unfortunately for her green haired friend she just stepped up close to Shahazadi and caught the brunt of the droplets. The fox-girl stuck out the tip of her tongue from the corner of her mouth and gave a shrug of the shoulders by way of apology.<br/><br/>She normally was a fox-girl, or girl with fox features to be exact, but right now she looked completely human. No animal ears, no fox tails, and regular human eyes, albeit a brilliant shade of clear blue. It was the effect of her magical cloak, which they had purchased not that long after coming to Mirtan. They hadn’t specifically been out to find it, but when they stumbled upon it, and realized its merits, Shahazadi decided she had to have it. It required a lot of haggling and some favors done, but eventually they managed to convince the owner to part ways with the enchanted garment and she’s been using it ever since. It did feel strange wearing it. The magic only hid her animal features and while it appeared to remove them completely for all intents and purposes, she herself could still feel them. It was a strange sensation and she always felt quickly uncomfortable when wearing the cloak for too long, but its uses were undeniable. Not only did it keep many racial slurs and sneers at bay, but it also made it easier for her to help those in need. You’d expect that beggars can’t choosers, as the saying goes, but the truth is that some refused help from those they considered beneath themselves and beast-kin generally did not rank very high in most societies. All that, and it kept her protected from bad weather such as they were having today. It was a good cloak all in all, and definitely worth all the effort they went through to get it.<br/><br/>Shahazadi reached up to touch her wide choker and the little sapphire teardrop on it gleamed momentarily before a splash of water dropped to the ground just behind Muineth’s feet and causing the tall Elf to step forward on instinct. When she did, she stepped right up against her foxy friend who snaked an arm around her slender waist and pressed her cheek against the heavy bosom before her. Muineth was a full foot and some inches taller than Shahazadi, leaving her at the perfect snuggle height as far as the fox was concerned. She looked up at the green haired maiden and flashed her mischievous smile, then pressed a soft kiss against her breast. A promise for more fun later. Right then something moved beneath Shahazadi’s cloak, causing the two women to step apart, and a moment later a small, white furred head with large ears poked out and yipped loudly. Shahazadi immediately reached up to grab<strong>Nip</strong>(https://images6.alphacoders.com/428/428756.jpg) by the snout and hold her mouth closed. It wouldn’t be the first time she brought her little fennec companion with her to the tavern and Nip always got a little excited she when smelled the food coming from inside. There would be no causing any commotions though and Shahazadi attempted to convey as much by tapping the tiny fox gently on the nose, twice.<em>Be-have</em>it seemed to say and it appeared the message was received because the creature settled down and instead tried to lick her mistress. The woman had to chuckle at that, though it was nothing more than the silent motion, and accepted a couple of licks along her face before returning the favor with a kiss between the ears. It was time they went inside, they had been standing out in the cold for long enough now and the smells and sounds of the tavern beckoned.<br/><br/>With some enthusiasm Shahazadi pushed open the doors and hopped playfully inside, before bending over and putting the Fennec on the ground. When she stood back up she removed her cloak from around her shoulders with a fluent motion and with a quick twirl. She was a performer after all and the entrance was one of the most important moments of any act. As soon as her cloak left her body her normal features reappeared and halfway through the twirl she was suddenly obscured behind nine, long and fluffy tails making her appeared a good deal larger than she actually was. Shahazadi ended her act with a quick, yet graceful bow and looked up to see who her audience was today. The tavern appeared to be bustling and with a quick glance to the corner she was sad to note that their usual table was being occupied by a lone knight<em>(D12)</em>. In the other corner the table was also occupied, this one by a couple who appeared to have gotten really cozy. The man looked like a hardened traveler who confident posture suggested he had his act in order and the girl in his lap was a beautiful little redhead with soft curves and fine features. Shahazadi couldn’t help herself and licked her lips while her eyes lit up a little as she took the girl in. Amelia’s warm welcome drew her attention then and she graced the tall hostess with a generous smile. Amelia was almost as big as Muineth was, but with an even larger bust. When those two were standing chest to chest it was all she could generally do not to give in and squeeze in between them. Behind the cheerful serving girl she could see Llyra at work entertaining the guests with her music and her good looks. The hybrid appeared in good form tonight and looked cheerful enough, yet the sight of her always brought a slight frown to Shahazadi’s face. She liked Llyra, she really did and that’s why it hurts a little every time they meet to discover that the girl’s forgotten who she is and that they’re friends. They might have to go through the, by now, familiar game of introductions and surprises about their similarities again. It was a bit tedious, but the honest happiness on the bard’s face made it worth it every single time.<br/><br/>Gliding gracefully around the room and smiling and waving playfully at whoever glanced her way, Shahazadi rounded the hearth in the center and the men huddled around it to find Yira. With a little spring in her step she moved up to the dragon girl and invaded her personal space as she pressed their curvaceous bodies together and reached around to cup her butt and give it a firm squeeze. Her hips grinding into Yira’s looking to feel what lay hidden there and when the waitress opened her mouth to say something Shahazadi quickly silenced her with a kiss and pressed her tongue into the other’s mouth. Her bushy tails were coiled around the two woman obscuring most of them, leaving any onlookers to guess at what was really happening there. The kiss was passionate, but brief and just as suddenly as it began it ended with Shahazadi stepping back and winking at her friend and occasional lover. Turning around she strode away, exaggerating the sway of her hips for the enjoyment of the dragon. She waved over to Felicia behind the counter, who acknowledged her with a smile and a nod and then finished her rounds at the table where she had spotted another playmate. Quiet as a predator she stalked up behind Laica. Calitorn, who was facing her direction had seen her approach of course, but appeared content not to give away her advance for now. Well, she wouldn’t give him a chance to change his mind and she pounced onto the furry fox sitting all prim and proper. She wrapped her slender arms around the girl and pressed ample breast firmly into her soft furry back while her hands found the ones on Laica’s chest and gave them a quick fondle. Her head she brought up over Summoner’s shoulder and rubbed her cheek affectionately against Laica’s. It were times like these where she really wished she could say something nice or clever, but her antics would have to suffice conveying her affections for the people she greeted. With a quick glance she noticed that there were two empty chairs at her friend’s table, but a second look up took in the table hosting the band of orcs. They were loud and boisterous and generally not the kind of crowd she would be overly comfortable sitting so near to and she knew for a fact that Muineth would be even more uncomfortable. Laica, or perhaps Calitorn would invite them to join them, but alas she would have to decline for this evening. It’s not like she was the best of conversation partners anyway, but the night was young and Shahazadi wasn’t planning to stay seated for long anyway. No, after her greetings she would be making her way over to the lonesome knight in the corner hogging their usual table. She rubbed her cheek against Laica’s some more, enjoying the feeling of the luscious fur that she herself lacked. She was sure that the pet had known about her approach, she was hard to miss after all, but she still appreciated her playing along if she had.<br/><br/><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Miscellaneous</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Funds:</strong>      </td><td>55 Gold, 28 Silver, 30 Copper. </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Panache:</strong>      </td><td>4 </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Appearance:</strong>   </td><td>Fox features, Outfit as on image. </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Inventory:</strong>      </td><td>Backpack, Ball, Belt-Pouch, Choker, Dagger, Dungeon-Ring, Lyre, <br/>Panpipes, Ioun-Torch, Outfit-Monk, Sex-Toys, Sleeves. </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Encumbrance:</strong>   </td><td> 14 lbs, Light load, 30 ft base speed. </td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception check to scan the tavern: <strong>1d20+7 = 24</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=106297)<br/></div></div>