<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong> Lird'yl d'Szeossen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=329803)</strong></span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>22 (flat 18, touch 12)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><em>Aura of truth [zone of truth], 20 ft. (Will DC: 22), Blindsense, 20 ft.</em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Ghetto of Chattels, Menagerie Square/11:00 a.m./inflatetress/Snake</strong><br/><br/>From House d'Szeossen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121202.msg5360207#msg5360207)<br/><br/>Alyiara arrived, threading her way through the midst of the crowd, just as the human female dressed in the frilled pink garments pirouetted before the crowds.  A clinical eye was given, measuring her worth.  After all, human beauty could hardly compare to any drow.  Still, all the House was well aware of the Matron's eclectic tastes for slaves.  There was almost nothing or no one that Lird'yl d'Szeossen did not desire to possess, so long as they provided value in some way.<br/><br/>And this one, the unsure way she moved, indicated that she was a fresh capture. No doubt near the surface.  And given her regal bearing, she was of noble birthing and stock.  So Alyiara imagined that the Matron would enjoy this one.  Or at least, she would make a fitting sacrifice on the altar of Lloth at a later date.  So, her hand raised among the crowd gathered there.  "Ten gold," she spoke in the distinctly accented Undercommon.  It was a low offer, but the slave was only a human after all.  Plus it came with the weight of the d'Szeossen name behind it, which meant the large potential for profitable deals in the future.