<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/vampiric_gaze_by_serenitysteph-d42g63z-1.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">Nylora Valdimir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129066.msg5734424#msg5734424)<br/>Time: Afternoon, Day 2<br/>Location: Entrance Hall<br/>Tagged: Morgana</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Nylora whirled around in a defensive posture. She'd give anything to know Bonecraft right now. In front of her stood a woman in a fairly cute maid's outfit and fiery red hair. Nylora wouldn't get caught up in appearances at the moment, though. She regarded the woman wearily as she spoke. Nylora was currently disgusted with her lack of powers. She wouldn't be able to get a read on anyone here or question wraiths of their knowledge until she grew in power. The best she could do was perform the Call of the Hungry Dead when she finally settled into her room. At least that way she could listen in on the surrounding ghosts to see if any of them spoke of the people here.<br/><br/>"No," Morganna had just offered to take her bags. Nylora knew she needed to be more polite and that it would make her life much easier over the next 4 years but she had never really been accustomed to being around others. She'd been raised in the wild and only saw people that weren't her parents on a fairly inconsistent basis. Nylora cleared her throat and tried again.<br/><br/>"No, I will keep them with me." An offer of an explanation was more cordial, right? Whatever. "I'm Nylora Valdimir." If this woman had known her parents she must be very old, indeed, and therefore not human. "If you could direct me to the paperwork, I will fill out whatever is needed."</span></span>