"I knew it. I totally need a dress. And I don't have to worry TOO much about any oncoming hordes, seeing as with a few notes from my violin I can turn all but the most mighty of wizards into drooling zombies. Oh, gosh, now I can't stop thinking about it... maybe in black? No, blue! Blue for my hair! ...Or..." the bard narrowed her eyes ominously. "...Maybe purple."<br/><br/>She continued to chatter about what kind of dress she would get when the opportunity presented itself, quickly turning into a remarkably uninteresting drone. Fortunately the elf's voice was relatively pleasant -- soft, melodic, even slightly lilting, though it was obvious that Ayariel had spoken more common in her life than most pure-bred elves.<br/><br/>"And backless. Definitely backless."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>