<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/02vo2Ug.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Rushiya shal-Gilyen </em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262693.msg12958289#msg12958289)<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>36/36</em><br/><hr/><br/>Rushiya listened politely as Azzir spoke, nodding her light blue head as she heard his words. She turned to face him as he leaned over the table, leaning in slightly herself and resting her folded hands on the table in front of her as she listened to him. It was very interesting being so close to such a powerful man, one who hid his face behind a mask no less. What was he under there, she wondered idly. Not that it truly mattered, but why did he hide his face? There were more subtle forms of disguise after all. Perhaps he was disfigured, or perhaps the mask served a greater purpose. Perhaps he sought to make it a symbol. Or maybe there was more than one of him? Servants of smoke made flesh to do a powerful wizard's bidding? She was telling stories to herself again, she realized, and focused on organizing her thoughts to respond.<br/><br/>"I am the right choice." She said simply, confidently. "My words will soothe fiery hearts and my touch will calm shaking nerves. I can make our group work together, that is one thing that I can do. Unless they are not creatures of reason, for reason tends to be heeded only by the reasonable." She smiled a bit seductively, "But I have other tools at my disposal." She traced a circle on the table with one finger, idly imagining swirling winds and storm.<br/><br/>"Build power and fury into your storm, Azzir, and I will keep the eye of it calm. Thus when our storm does arrive it will be all the more horrible for it." She smiled again, a dark, smile that was at once wild and eerily collected. "When shall I meet my new companions?"