Shezzerade (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=913840)<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l177/VeronicaVoxx/afca5f514fd69721f89ce107b30c38a8_zps67d14620.png)</div><br/>Shezeerade took careful notes of various details of the scrying location enough to work her magics, but after noting the details down then her focus was taken to the comely woman who followed in after Wren. On the surface she seemed friendly and open enough if rather inattentive. Shezzerade assumed it was farce given the way Adrain neglected to introduce her like the others and the way Sim snubbed her round of introductions and seemed to missed her cover story as well, but those eyes that followed Shezzerade's every curve and that all too familiar look of a night well spent now seemed to tell a different story perhaps she was just distracted? No matter. Her body was far more interesting on a number of levels. For once it was the buxom succubus wondering if magic had been involved in the creation of someone's figure.<br/><br/>The other new blip on radar however, was, well not quite troublesome yet. That air of self-righteous and constant anti-social scowl suggested either a brigand or a some sort of vaguely religious sort. Yet his didn't one seem to have that same spark of intelligence that came with the city. His barely contained bewilderment suggested perhaps a villager. Was he was a bumpkin priest? Perhaps that would explain the distasteful look he was giving her. He certainly stared at her chest alright, but his body language was an open book to her. With a bounce and heave of her tremendous bosom he seemed frightened or perhaps it upset his preferences? Ah, bumpkin it was. Likely some backwater where the people are as plain as the wine. She'll have to take note of this in future. Adjusting can always be be made to her altered shape. Knowing when to garner attention when not to is what a separates the professionals and the dead after all.<br/><br/>Looking over her nails while the group spoke of plans she felt the need to speak up "I believe I should make this clear before we head in. As I mentioned to Anton I have a strong distaste for violence in fact I'm actually quite the pacifist. After all why make a fist when tender caress will do wonders? While you may not count on me resorting to crude violence, fear not I am not without my uses. It's just that my arsenal is rather less conventional" With that she poses suggestively before once more pressing the tips of her slender fingers to her lips and blowing the group a kiss.