<strong>"What did they look like ..."</strong><br/><br/>Her voice trailed off as she tried to remember. The last few hours before the ritual and the ritual itself were just a blur to her, a collage of images, disorderly and jumbled. But enough of those images did contain the recollection of Ne'drak and his hirelings. He himself was dead. She had felt the dust he crumbeld into on her own skin, so there was no point describing him. His henchmen, though ...<br/><br/>She did the best to convey all that she recalled.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Here the character's knowledge exceeds the player's, so please assume she is honestly giving the best description she can.<br/></div></div>