Alara'sorel, or Alara as most would come to call her in passing, looked the very definition of 'Elf' if one were to poll the common folk of the land. Whimsical in look, shapely and attractive, long red hair the tone of autumn leaves and wearing fine looking attire made in smooth but exotic black leathers overlaid with nature-themed armor looking a blend of muted silver and deeper tones. Across her back hunt a bow and quiver, both ornate in elven symbolism from nature to runic embroidery. A sword, nearly as long as she was tall, hung diagonally across her back in addition, it's blade thin and flexible but still no less ornate in it's appearance.<br/><br/>Everything about her hinted at mystical riches and a bond with the wilds beyond a city's walls, so it seemed a strange wonder why she was present in the room that rainy night, a puzzle that remained so for the others present, but not for her. It had been a job, just like any other, she knew who she was poaching from and had been caught. Simply the dangers of working in the 'market' she did. While the animal's hide had earned her a tidy sum of coins, it would appear she was going to be working off what was 'owed' to the landowner. She thought that perhaps if she simply went along and completed whatever tasks the man had, she might be able to earn a paying client from this... after all, what's a few months of work for an elven lifespan...<br/><br/>Opening her letter as the others spoke up, Alara silently read the dossier on her life... of her exile from elven lands, her prominent clients and methods of operation. It was all rather thorough, which likely meant magic was involved. But regardless of the source, her crime, the slaying and skinning of one rare white tiger on the private lands of one Mr. Finn, was spelled out free and clear for her to read.<br/><br/>When one of the men assembled in the room asked about why he had been there and what he had stolen, she wondered to herself if the man's blindness had made him oblivious to his crimes. Her voice spoke softly, pleasant in tone yet lacking in true compassion or empathy. It was like someone reciting words of a story, but in a heavily elven-accented common.<strong>"Your crime or crimes are detailed in the packet you've been given. If you wish, I can read it for you."</strong>she says stepping forward and reaching for the man's dossier.