<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – The Matriarch</strong><br/><br/>Reliyian gave another respectful curtsy to Rhiss and stepped back to allow Aeryn to finish. Having a sense the negotiations were coming to an end, Reliyian was relieved to allow the doctor to do all the talking again. When glanced at, Reliyian gave a slight nod of confirmation. She did take note of Aeryn’s commanding presence, even when facing such a powerful creature. Areyn’s subtle movements, intonation and pithiness along with her experience in leadership were something Reliyian had yet to grasp. Reliyian’s negotiating strategy was simple, being truthful and forthright and rely on her attractiveness, charm and sense of innocence. Not really much of a strategy against a prevaricator or other scoundrel. The word gullible had been used against her more than once. Lessons learned from a human? Some back home would scoff at the notion but Reliyian had learned quite a few things in her travels. Eshalu stood in sharp contrast, quite literally. Had the wood-elf even moved a muscle beyond the grip on her spear? She was like a statue, maintaining her defiant posture despite whatever moves the matriarch took, eyes fixed like a hawk. Reliyian imagined the countless scenarios running through Eshalu’s mind; figuring a counter for every sudden attack by Rhiss or the surge of her guards.<br/><br/>Rhiss’ casual reference to her advanced age did not escape Reliyian although she made no outward acknowledgement of it. Should she ever have the chance to return home she will have to consult with the Inner Circle of the Silver Tower; more than a few would rival or even surpass the matriarch’s age. Maybe they would know more about this enigmatic race.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Description and Picture(s)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Reliyian/reliyian_dress_zps984739ed.jpg)</div>Description: Her hair is fine like silk, pale as the winter sun and highlighted with streaks of lavender dye made from crushed berries. Her eyes beautiful, pearlescent orbs of pale sage are set against her light skin that when the light strikes her has a feint golden glow dotted by freckles from her face to her shoulders.  She smiles, you think, the expression is too faint to be sure. Even her mouth seems to shimmer with a soft glossy pink. Her ears are long, ending in perfect points. Reliyian wears a blue strapless dress held up by her impressive figure and by crisscrossed silver thread across an open back, wide enough to reveal most of it in a V-shape to the slight curve at the base of her spine. Long detached sleeves ended in golden lace that was also embroidered throughout the dress. Her skirt ending just above her ankles below which you see her golden lace low heeled sandals, it has a slight up the left side exposing much of her supple leg to where you can just make out the curve of her hip.<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stats</span></strong></td><td></td><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Consequences</span></strong></td></tr><tr><td>Refresh: 2</td><td></td><td>Mild: - </td></tr><tr><td>Fate Points: 2</td><td></td><td>Moderate: - </td></tr><tr><td>Physical Stress (Physique) </td><td>[1] [2] </td><td>Severe: - </td></tr><tr><td>Mental Stress (Will) </td><td>[1] [2] [3] </td><td></td></tr></tbody></table> </div></div>