You all met in a bar...
Don't look at me like that. That's what actually happened.
...and you've been here all night. The red-skinned, tattooed Tiefling girl comaed on the floor next to the used-looking half-drow woman, the Tiefling's dark-skinned sister jackknived in an armchair, the Elan owner hiding in his secret lair from the malaproped advances of the latter, the rest of you in such comfort as couches and cheap decadence can provide.
Now morning comes creeping in grey light and headaches.
Oatmeal and a short discussion on the natue of good and evil later, the Drow woman is about to exit, in search of a bath and a toothbrush, when a strong-looking, overpainted woman bursts in.
Esse:
SpoilerYes, it's Jandiana. Unusual to see her walking around in daylight.
Oh, and while I'm doing this; There's been a rash of streetwalkers (and some honest women) going missing in the Riverside section of town over the last few weeks. None of your girls yet. You've been telling your employees to work in pairs (a flaunter and a watcher--this is a smart way for streetwalkers to work under any conditions) and avoid that section of town. Which is dangerous anyway.
This might be related. Might be.
"Mistress! Ma'am! Madam! One of those!" She addresses Esseandra, coarsely but respectfully. "I just checked back at the House. Wandaaga's missing from her room! Signs of a struggle, but nobody heard anything. I've got Eilstina and Loraatis on the roof with longbows, and Oloril's organising some of the others to guard the door. Don't know this is about Wandaaga personally, or if this is the start of a move against us, but you think any of your assorted freak friends could lend a hand?"
Inferes smiles, exposing her fangs, and shoulders her longbow. "Now this", she says, "smells like a beginning. With me, sis? With me, everyone?"