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Elisys retrieves her gear as well and joins Bravo. "Yeah. Let's go and see what this exile's place is all about. Be ready for anything."

"Oh, and sorry, Bravo and Krizen. I have to be a bit rude to play this mask convincingly."

Elisys nods. "I suppose you're right, my pet," she admits, somewhat disappointed. "Well, I guess that means our stay here will be a short one. What is the price of the drinks?" she asks the barman.

Assuming Elisys does not detect someone paying them overly much attention following Ilyania's name being dropped.

"Hah! You have a limb fetish, Shorty?" she asks Krizen, grinning deviously.

Elisys sighed, doing her very best not to appear too annoyed, and took a deep sip of her drink, after which she simply shook her head once and glanced away from the counter towards the room.

With that outburst, all chance of doing this subtly had just gone out the window; if Ilyania had any spies here then they would now instantly know something was up. She supposed it was her own fault in a way, for not explicitely instructing the rest of the team to not ask about this in a overly direct or suspicious way, even if such a thing should have been obvious. But at least Nalun's smile was good, and maybe the bartender was into that sort of thing.

She decided to just stay silent and see what happened, while observing their immediate surroundings. Was there anyone listening in a bit too eargerly now that Ilyania's name had been suddenly and explicitely dropped?

perception, observe the area for suspicious activity/listeners in, particularly of the Drow kind: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

second perception + medicine, recognize whether her drink is poisoned or not by scent or visuals, before drinking it (poisoned = she pretends to take a sip instead): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

medicine in case it is needed to recognize poison: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Gotta keep your guard up in a drow city!

Elisys, who had been studying the bar and its inhabitants for a moment, sighs in a slightly exasperated fashion and approaches the counter as well. "Still as subtle as a supernova. Come on, pet, you make it sound like we're common thugs without any sense of refinement."

She walks forward and introduces herself to the barman. "Name's Phaendre. Phaendre Starbound. This here is my pet. Forgive him - he is not especially etiqually gifted, but good meatshields are hard to find nowadays. Must be something related to the profession."

She gives the barman a wink and a grin. "But let's talk relevant matters instead. First, kindly hit me up with a glass of something a bit more classy than milk. Second, we're looking for... business opportunities. I'd heard rumors that a member of the esteemed Zeizerer family frequented this bar, and I was hoping to make her acquaintance. If you can help us, we can provide a generous tip, and potentially a favor depending on what comes of it."

"So long as you don't repeat what happened last time," Elisys replies, grinning. "I don't want you quite that smashed, but I reckon our run has been good enough for a couple to celebrate."

Elisys sighed and laid the baton on the table. There was a line with being too agressive or haughty in playing a role, even a drow, and this was probably it. "Fine, whatever. I'll be expecting your intercession if someone inside tries anything funny. Let's go, boys - good drinks don't empty themselves."

Elisys raises an eyebrow at the gnome, then let's out a single snorting laugh and grins. "Amusing!" she comments to the gnome. "And no; no disarming anything or anyone unless I say so, pet. You should have known that by now. I've only instructed you on this exact matter seven times in the last two days," she answers Bravo, facepalming and sighing afterwards.

"Yet, since I am in a good mood today, I don't feel like making a fuss over either issue," she continues, looking between the gnome and the disguised human. "Here is my knife. I prefer to keep the baton as I tend to use it mostly to beat in the faces of desperate and overreaching drow males too agressive to be amusing. I am assuming I can defend myself If I am attacked or forcefully harassed, yes?"

After about an hour of sounds of shuffling inside the dressing room, hissing from spraypaint/spray makeup cans and the occasional muttering from Elisys, she re-emegeres as a completely different woman.

Now clad in an outfit of mostly dark-leather, visibly armed with both a baton and a knife, her hair dyed drow-white, her ears extended and her skin a perfect match for the average drow purple tone, she looks nothing like her previous self. The leather looks as if it could do actual duty in a fight, and she seems to wear herself with more confidence than before - the very image of a rugged combatant. The only thing that still seems the same are her golden-coloured eyes, and, if you really squint, you think you also see a very faint hint of her natural blond hair mixed with the more typical drow white. Whether that latter bit is on purpose, a slight oversight or simply your imagination is impossible to tell.

"Well, this was the best I could do," she comments upon re-entering the scene. "I think it will suffice. If there was one persona I have a lot of practise in, it's this one..."

The disguised half-elf appears lost in thought for a moment, but shakes herself out of it. "Ah, no matter. So... what do you think?" she asks, gesturing over the outfit. "And who wants to go next?"

Since this is official drow art and that the drow art on the site has a rich variety of different hair colours, I'm assuming a mostly white with very slight blond tone isn't too exotic among natural Drow hairstyles. That aside, are there any requests for the other disguises? I could dress everyone up, but it's probably more fun if everyone thinks about their own new outfit.