<strong>Lilial Ambersight</strong><br/><br/>Looking up from the road, Lilial sighed slightly, playing with the rope by which she was leading her mule for a moment.  Pupil-less eyes of burnished gold looked on the scene before her, and she shook her head, clicking her tongue loud enough for the locals to hear her. "Hmm...please tell me that you've at least heard of Numeria, neighbors?  You know...the eastern neighbor of Ustalav and the land inhabited by both humans and the gearmen, the strange inhabitants that fell from the sky with the Starmount?  I might recommend not attacking one who hasn't given you any reason to fear them first...unless, of course, it<em>has</em>given offense?  Please, it's bad enough that I am to visit a funeral...I don't wish to see additional bloodshed in the Professor's beloved home as well."<br/><br/>Lilial was an impressive sight when the people turned to look at her.  Standing a bit under six feet in height, the elf had a lush but well-toned frame, and her skin gleamed with an almost bronze tan.  She wore supple leather armor that clung to her skin and dyed the same shade as her skin, and an elaborate and flattering bronze breastplate shone in the dim sunlight.  A quiver rested at her hip, whilst the gold-washed hilt of a falchion peeked over her shoulder, matching the longbow that peeked over the other shoulder.  Her copper ringlets fell to mind back and were gathered by a simple leather tie.  Lilial smiled at them, brushing an errant hair back and sending one of the elegant golden hoops that she wore swinging from her long ears, and then added. "Might you be willing to give it the benefit of the doubt for the moment, at least?"<br/><br/>((Knowledge(local) 22 for Gearmen, Diplomacy 22))