Look for Amara.

You flag down a gnome with well-groomed black hair and what looks to be expensive attire--though you wonder if clothing so small is actually much cheaper, even for a suit. It looks as if he's waiting for something--standing by the road, eyeing the street up and down.

"Excuse me," you say. "Have you seen an elf girl around here? She has blond hair and a white dress. Carries a silver staff. She might have been travelling with a lavender-haired bunnyfolk and a sunheart with a mace."

He looks up to you. "Oh yes. I just spoke to a girl that matches that description minutes ago. I'm afraid I don't know about the others, unfortunately."

"What direction did she go?"

"If you're looking for your friend, you're in luck! She's actually just at the massage parlour I work for, a block that way," he says and points ahead. "Lovely girl, she was. Makes me wish I was a masseuse, and not just a businessman."

"Thanks. I'll just--"

"I wouldn't mind giving her a rub-down," he mutters.

"Gonna just go now. You enjoy your fantasies."

"Only joking, good sir! Enjoy yourself."

"I don't know if I'm really here for a massage. I just want to find my friend."

"Whatever you prefer," he says. "But we have plenty of lovely ladies with very talented hands."

The fact that people keep calling me a pervert when everyone in this world seems to be more of one than me, is starting to drive me insane.

You hurry down to the front doors of the parlour. It's mostly just a relief that she's getting a massage, instead of being attacked. You were starting to worry. Though, it's good to make sure, so you head inside. The front counter is run by a lovely young woman with curly black hair and a pair of glasses. She sees you enter and greets you with a warm smile.

"Hello, sir," she says.

"Hey there. I was just wondering if my elven friend Amara is here. The gnome outside said she was."

"Oh yes. She's currently in the back. Do you need to see her?"

"I'd like to, if that's all right."

"Naturally, sir. Come with me."