Alucia

I grin widely, pushing my chest out as I talk in the tavern, my lavender hair cascadinf down my shoulders, wich loosely withhold a short dress laced with chainmail and pouldrons over my shoulders, a bow and spear on my back as well as a quiver of arrows, another skurt peeking from under, a thin, purple nightgown Surely you could pay better for the job... I mean... A whole camp of orcs... Just for one little elf? That's hardly fair... Also... I'd need room tonight... Perhaps your room...