<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-lt0.pinterest.com/upload/68609594292752885_5RmvS5wS_b.jpg)</div>A blond elven woman had walked into the bar, wearing a blue dress and ornate breastplate (http://th02.deviantart.net/fs51/PRE/f/2009/285/d/b/Cybernetics_Necromancer_by_Lomebririon.jpg), which appeared to have skull-shaped buckles and other necromantic accents.  On her hip was a longsword, but most of this would be missed for the golden skull mask (http://brennor.dyndns.org/~steve/Eberron/UndyingCourt.jpg) she wore.  She seemed to be muttering to herself, finishing some sort of admonishment, "...yes grandfather, just let me do the talking now.  I'm a grown woman."<br/><br/>Korsali had been trying to commune more with her revered ancestors who had left the world.  Spending many days alone in the crypts and catacombs, she had somehow stumbled into this new world instead of the company of her elders.  With some guidance from her grandfather's spirit, she found her way to this morgue district, which suited her tastes, if not the more grand, elegant style she was used to.<br/><br/>The elf approached the party and examined each in turn for a moment.  Satisfied, she sat herself at the bench, removing the mask, which made a wooden noise as she laid it on the table, revealing a decorative skull tattooed across her face.  It was a startling image at first glance, but one could see the more pleasant contours of her face with a minute's more study.  Her pale yellow hair half hangs in her face (http://content.eyeslipsface.com/upload/Image/Blonde-Model.jpg), softening the effect slightly.  She listened to the introductions and explanations, simply nodding her assent as needed as she studied the holy symbols worn by their hosts.<br/><br/>She took her turn examining the map, but looked up sharply at Xero's complaint, eyebrows furrowed in sympathetic annoyance.