Never in a thousand years would she have imagined a place as beautiful as this.  This place was very well protected from nearly anything the enemy could throw at them given the height advantage they had on the world below them, or rather worlds as the stories went.  The half Drow rested back on the roof of the eastern tower, having used her immense acrobatic skill to get up there in the first place, and had hung her heavy pack of supplies and survival gear on the statue she had chosen to sit by, the sun being effectively blocked by said statue.  Having folded her hands under her head, Giselle relaxed and waited for news of the coming fight, having truly nothing better to do at that moment besides wait for someone to come up here with her.  300 years old and she had most likely seen more battle than anyone else in this place save for a few most likely, but that didn't mean she'd let her guard down.  Her well worn brown leather boots were a testament to how far she'd gone already, and while the tread was still good, she'd give them another year before she'd have to replace them.  The rest of her outfit left little doubt as to what she did for a living.  Black mithril chainmail which hugged her slender form perfectly to allow for maximum maneuverability given her rogue like abilities, a matching black traveling cloak which she used more to shield her brown light sensitive eyes more than anything, and a brown leather belt which held her twin scimitars in place which were both heavily enchanted for some quite stunning effects if you happened to be a fire user, otherwise the other was more sensing when danger was near more than anything except for the increased sharpness it possessed.  Most people couldn't defend and attack at the same time, but Giselle had been trained by the best in her world, and she had had plenty of time to hone her skills.  If she had anything to say about all this, she'd be damn sure to stop the senseless bloodshed once and for all.