Talia sighs as she exhales the smoke, straightening up enough to address the room.  She does her best to keep the sadness out of her voice, but her best isn't very good.<br/><br/>"My name is Cynis Falen Talia.  I helped my family keep the books for our various businesses...well, at least I did..."  She coughs, trying to cover up the sob escaping from her lips.  "I just don't know why my father wanted me sent away.  Most of the Charms I know wouldn't be much good in a fight.  I try to keep in practice with my daiklave, but there's no way I can keep up against a real warrior or an Anathema."  She gestures at the two mortals standing behind her.  "My slaves," she explains.  "Swift Elk, and Tranquil Breeze."