<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Alystin.jpg)</td><td>A nearly nude drowess with brilliant purple eyes, glowing faintly red in the dimly lit clearing, stared at the image and stepped forward.<br/><br/>"Details, demon. If you do know anything about me, like your letter claims you do, then you know I don't like being jerked around. So your best bet is to get on with it already, so we can go protect this 'entire world', right?" Alystin looked somewhat annoyed, her glowing eyes narrowed in suspicion. She ignored the other who'd spoken, as she wasn't interested in its pithy demand to know about their pay. She'd save a world without pay, because that would be as the Lady desired.<br/><br/>The tiny elfin woman had charcoal grey-black skin, evident through the nearly transparent purple silk garments she wore, through which one could literally see everything. A veil of the same material graced her delicate features, covering everything under the bridge of her nose. Small purple silk slippers with their toes curled graced her tiny feet, completing the ensemble that very much made the drow appear a black skinned harem girl. Except for the twin longswords that crossed each other over her back, their hilts at her hips instead of up over her shoulders.<br/><br/>Alystin, as was her name, glanced over her shoulder at the others who'd shown up to hear this offer. It appeared she'd been placed with quite the motley bunch of bashers here. Reaching up to the small silver sword pendant hanging from the front of the gold slave collar she wore(wore willingly, as she was no slave). She hoped that the goddess would not be angry that she'd be working at the behest of a Ba'atezu such as this Belial.<br/><br/>Alystin knew the goddess, Eilistraee, has smiled upon her so far her entire life, given the circumstances of her birth and rise in power. Alystin knew that she was more than a drow, given her heightened physical power and speed. There had yet to be another drow who could match her peerless beauty, which rivaled or exceeded that of the gods' own celestial servitors. She knew that few could match her physical perfection, those few being the gods themselves.<br/><br/>Sadly, this lead to a lonely life; and as such, the small drowess took jobs from just about anyone, provided the job(s) did not violate her personal ethos.</td></tr></tbody></table>