The voice went silent, and Ivriel looked around nervously. And after a few moments, the figure in the center of the room stood, and walked toward them. She was tall, well-shaped, and actually well-armored in black leather reinforced with mithral. Several short swords were attached to her belt, and she had long, golden hair and deep blue eyes that were utterly blank as she pulled her daggers, crouching in a combat stance as she considered the two.