And, from the back, the light scritching of steel against dirt echoes as the woman behind steps up..<br/><br/>A fairly normal woman at first glance, Ashwyn wears a lightly padded refined leather vest, smoothed out for, what it appears to be comfort against her skin. A heart-shaped cut bares a few inches of cleavage and a circular cut along her abdomen also bares a few inches of creamy-white flesh, as well as detailing her abdomen. The armor tapers off into a silk dress as it reaches her legs, conjoined to her armor at either side of her shapely hips by two belt buckles, and two thigh-highs are adorned on either leg, attatched to her undergarments with two thin straps - though, it's only visible on her left side, where a large, shear cut bares her legs. Perhaps her dress had been cut there before..?<br/><br/>Two long, lightly padded shoulder length gloves rest on either arm, and two fire-red leather gloves rest at her hands, with fingerholes cut out, and little points burned out on her palms on either side..maybe from magical strain? Ephemerally blue, thick hair runs down over either side of her face, neatly layered, and a longsword(strangely, without a handleguard) rests on her back.<br/><br/>The warforged seems to make her uneased along with the rest of the girls, but not merely as much so. She merely fires a eerily confident glance in his direction, and snubs up her nose, blue hair fluffing to the side as she walks. Who needed identification when your hair was as blue as the morning sky? They knew who they were calling, and there's no way you could mistake a human with blue hair in this day and age...<br/><br/>Hips retaining that delicate feminine sway, she passes into the room along with the others..nonchalantly. Though her eyes to dart about a bit..maybe one part of her wishing she had time and cash to blow..