A young seeming elf woman steps from the shadows beside you. She is
wrapped in a cloak of black that causes her to be almost unseen. Her eyes
are startling. The glow as an emerald and grow darker to almost black
as she looks at you. Her face shows no emotions, but when she speaks you
notice the flash of a fang. Her flaming hair hangs in loose curls down
her back and bushes against her hips as she walks. As she walks you notice
her legs are encased in the finest leather thigh high boots. Each one is
embroidered in silver down the sides with vines and roses. Sticking from
the top of her right boot you see the hilt of a DarkMist
dagger still stained with blood of it previous owner. Her finely tailored
pants of black suede tuck into the boots and fit snugly over her hips and
waist. As the cloak falls open you see a green silk shirt fitting
smoothly over her chest and arms. The silver embroidery of vines and
roses runs down the sleeves. One sleeve is ripped open exposing a deep scar
from an old dagger wound. On her hip you see part of a tattoo, it looks
like a name written in rose vines.
To thine own self be true. :) And pain, fear and death to those who get in your way.'
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