Ayariel's eyes -- a silvery-purple affair, almost a shimmery lilac in color -- flicked upward at the two new arrivals. The bard had spaced out for a second, which wasn't entirely unlike her, and she roused herself with a spastic half-giggle.<br/><br/>"Well, you must understand our position. While our particular goals may not be quite so mercantile, it isn't particularly easy to find powerful crusaders. Most adventurers, particularly the good ones, do what they do for the reward." Aya looked upward for a moment, at the sky, and then realized that she was in the dark. With a self-chastising half-smirk, she took a step into the moonlight and revealed herself.<br/><br/>The lithe elven girl seemed to be wearing black plate mail, but on second glance, the armor was quite different. It was... lighter, softer, more flexible, clinging to Aya's subtle curves as if it were a rogue's leather catsuit. The entire suit was as black as the Abyss, though it looked glossy until one actually attempted to look at it. Light seemed to bend around the bard's armor, with each seeming gleam of light being swallowed up by the stealthy darkness. Thin chains spiralled up the armor's arms, clipped into place by alien-looking holsters. It was a unique, yet elegant contraption, one that would seem even more impressive when put to use. White, fingerless gloves seemed to break the mould, along with a long, deep mazarine cloak.<br/><br/>The elf herself was far less imposing. Her skin was light and soft, like a freshly-opened blossom from a cherry tree, pure white with nearly undetectable bluish undertones. Her hair -- straight as an arrow, as with all elves -- hung about to the small of her back, and was the shade of the night sky mere moments before the blue fades to black. The elf's lips were a matching bluish-violet.<br/><br/>Overall, and especially in the moonlight that the Moon Elf was standing in, Ayariel was stunningly pretty, with an endearing air of innocence.<br/><br/>"Anyway, come closer, both of you, and we can talk! We're not going to attack or anything... we have not yet given you reason not to trust us, have we?" Aya's smile was open and friendly, almost painfully so.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>