An Amazon in Chimustar was a rare sight, and the presence of one sent ripples of unease through the crowd.
She had paused a little, her eyes scanning the room lightly before locking onto Severia at the corner table.
"Good evening, gentlemen..." She said in a deep, commanding feminine voice that carried authority and power.
She raised a hand in casual greeting and started moving towards her intended destination, her boots echoing against the stone floor with each deliberate step.
She stopped next to Severia's table, standing like a moving mountain that could not be ignored or moved, and asked the unfocused lady: "Are you the assassin without a form? The one who can take any job at all, regardless of difficulty or consequence?"
Severia's eyes then came back to Elyndor, removing them from the random distance they had been fixed upon and towards her guest.
