[Xar'Cha Palace]

The dragon-blooded drow is a bit surprised to be suddenly put on the spot. "Oh! My name is Aly'itha. I'm a Xar'Cha too. It's so very nice to meet you." Smiling warmly, she extends her hand towards Ilpholin.

Aly'ithra was dressed in a wine colored Sari, embroidered with gold. The many layers of wrapped fabric created a long and modest skirt, but the matching top left her midriff and back almost completely bare, displaying her delicate red scales. Her necklace, a simple strand of large red beads connected by a thin gold chain, did not quite match the fabric. Her shoes, simple doeskin slippers, while good quality, did not match the dress either, but remained hidden beneath the hem of her skirt, unless she was walking.


Hirriel, suitably placated, but still scowling, marched off into the crowd to make conversation with someone else.


Sornnolu, for the moment, was just leaving his conversation with Ilpholin and was heading back towards Asim Aleth. Tebtranlyn would likely intercept him there.