Female Pelagasiri Elf Soulblade
Sivannalendil's eyes flash as she summons her own psionic focus, watching the odd disturbance. "Strange, but then strange is normal in this city. I would suggest Urollain serve as spokesperson since having a message to deliver is a legitimate reason to be seeking this man out."
Female Pelagasiri Elf Soulblade
Sivannalendil's eyes widen slightly as the bird falls dead. "That is certainly...impressive. My main skills lie in combat, stealth and the ability to strike swiftly. Should our subject present substantial resistance I will bring these skills to bear. I do not carry weapons mainly because I can create my own from the energy of my mind and soul."
Female Pelagasiri Elf Soulblade
Looking down at the man addressing her Sivannalendil’s eyebrow arches slightly at the sight of not one, but two Elans. She was unsure which was more startling, the perfect statuesque form of the one speaking with her or the unusualness of an older Elan. ”You’re looking for this man as well? I’ll help you, I am curious though as to what he’s done. Any idea?”
Female Pelagasiri Elf Soulblade
A striking ethereal figure draped in a white cloak with gold trim, Sivannalendil stands quietly reading the wanted poster. The rain falls around her, the fabric of her cloak keeping the rain off her body, the puddles of water pleasant to her bare feet. Whoever had put these posters up had made sure they’d survive a rainy day, meaning that the desire to see this Sarnosalas taken down was serious. A thousand gold was nothing to ignore, even split amongst a couple of people, and in the taverns she’d heard quite a few people talking about trying their luck taking the target down. A mind bender was a dangerous person to go after, fortunately the thought of danger only added excitement to the prospect for her. Nodding to herself she resolved to start her hunt for this dark elf telepath and test her mettle. |