The motorcycle she was riding in slowed to a stop, a strange girl with an evil-looking grin halting. Stepping from the cart, she removed the crude motorcycle helmet from her head, golden hair falling around her shoulders, she made sure her skirt was nice and smooth, she bowed. Speaking with a thick russian accent, she introduced herself.<br/><br/>"My name is Dyenes Gentivii. I have come searching the employ of the one they call 'Dapper Dan'." She paused, staring at the castle. "Am I in the right place?" Pulling her hair behind long, pointed elven ears, and without even making sure she was right, she collected her bags from the bike's back and took a step forward.