She makes small fortunes on trades and speculations in the towns exotic goods markets; items of arcane power made by Master mage Lu-Bu.Linda though, l...oks more like a librarian should, she just is. Sadly no other words or phrasing can describe her in the appearances. She simply exists.She is slim, ghostly pale, small in breasts (almost non-existent from all appearances with the clothing she wears). Her hair is dirt-brown, an extremely bland face, arms, and legs. Even the glasses she wears are. “Spuki, you and Hal will run ahead, as quickly as you can and ensure we are not surprised. Be ready to attack from the side if we must engage.” Sygraid ordered. “Vighus, you and Aevar guard our rear. Who knows how many are here that we cannot see?”Her four instructees nodded.“Sounds good.” Spooky said.“All others, arm and gird yourselves. You stand with me. Noom, you and Koll will make our front rank with me.” Sygraid finished.Numb and Koll shared a grim look.She looked up at her son. “Stay. She had no idea how many times she had been served a cup of coffee with the comment, ‘This is Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee. It’s the most expensive coffee in the world.’ Such pretension had not bothered her at the time, but the memory of it was distasteful.“I guess it would be,” replied Shuana. She looked over at Ed, noticing his impatience at the coffeepot as he waited for a fresh cup of coffee. Poor Marguerite returned to the table like she had lost her best friend. She reached out to her. My overflowing pubic hair distracted from the lines of the bikini, so I reached for my razor to trim away my excess hair. The more I shaved, the more obvious it was to me that I should just shave myself entirely because the bikini bottoms were so tiny. Now totally hairless, primping and posing in front of the mirror, I liked how my body looked but I worked hard, running, and weight training and doing yoga, to keep my 118-pound body trim and fit. My B-cups looked huge in this tiny top, spilling.