<em>After a long moment's observation, Atelia realizes why her companions, particularly Reaver, become so tense as they spot her prospective employer. The woman isn't an elf, or even fey; her golden skin and eyes spark something in the archivist's memory, and her fiends' reactions confirm it; the beauty is a celestial, a tulani eladrin. She stands as Atelia approaches, bowing to the fiendbinder, and nodding graciously once each to the other three, each tensing almost resentfully as the celestial shows politeness. Reaver, extraordinarily grudgingly, nods back, her sense of custom forcing her to return the courtesy, however unwillingly. Rarely outside of battle has her mistress seen the devil this uncomfortable, her spines this erect and tense. Thankfully, however, all the fiends remain silent as they assume their seats. This is their mistress' business, and they know the retribution for attempting to influence it unduly when in public can be... most unpleasant. The eladrin's voice, however is sweet and mellifluous as she greets the archivist.<br/><br/>"A pleasure, Lady Atelia. I am Illienia. And I did. Would you or your companions desire anything before I begin to outline my proposition?"</em>