<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/HryglDv.jpg)</div><br/>The hooded woman's posture perked up when so many people jumped to answer her call. As they approached her they would get a better appreciation for how tall and slender she was, easily over six feet tall, maybe six and a half. She looked down at Taruviel's outstretched hand, though just gave a bow of her head in return instead of taking it. She repeated the gesture to Nyssa and Falgrim as well, "My thanks. And sorry, but I don't drink" she said, politely rejecting the dwarf's offer.<br/><br/>While most everyone seemed enthusiastic to help, Dahlia's suspicion was not lost on her. She turned to regard the well-strapped woman, tilting her head side to side, "I assure you it is a request ill-fit for a layman, for it is a matter of great urgency and perilous danger..." she said, setting down the suitcase and the lantern. Pale white hands reached up to pull down her hood, revealing herself to them. Dahlia's assumption that the woman had been wearing a mask proved incorrect, for it seemed her entire head and neck was molded out of porcelain. She had a white, painted face, locked in a single ambiguous expression. Her head was framed in raven black hair that had spilled forth from her hood. And her eyes were...gone...or perhaps they had never been there to begin with, her empty sockets merely two pitch dark holes. It was as though she were some kind of living doll.<br/><br/>"I come seeking aid and rescue on behalf of my master" she said, "Our home was visited by a deceitful witch. She wormed her way inside with talk of truce, though wasted no time revealing her true intentions. With her foul magics she managed to take over the manor, capturing my master in the process" she explained. While she spoke her lips never moved, her face completely still, and her tone remained soft and calm despite the grim situation, "Master's last act was to secure my way out of the manor, tasking me to seek aid and rescue, to find those both strong and willing enough to help rebuke this loathsome invader" she said, her empty gaze moving from person to person, clearly trying to appraise if they'd be up to the task or not.