<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/81bcdfed52c836dd51f1632dcba4ab1a--dark-elf-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)</div>Tri'fan'nya Songfire (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gL3RxuveP3iz3zXul_jottVEbmXbpL7Gef6sTNjDwag/edit)<br/><br/>“Excuse me...” an ebony girl with snow white hair died rose half way down the ends leaned in through the door and looked around.  “Am I too late?”<br/><br/>She slipped in tentatively—even as servants of Sarenrae, drow weren't always welcome.  (And with good reason from what she remembered!)<br/><br/>“My name's Tri'fan'nya Songfire, of the Cathedral of the Dawnfire's ceremonial guard?  I'm on extended hiatus and thought that I might be useful in a place like this?”<br/><br/>The priestess wore a skimpy ceremonial armor, equally useful for light protection, dancing, and parades.  The scimitar and sickle she carried seemed perfectly utilitarian and deadly.<br/><br/>