<strong>Ilmlim</strong><br/><br/>After being lead into the room, and having the door closed behind him; Ilmlim look around the room. It was very typical drow. Plush, decadent, expensive, all in order to show off how much better they are than everyone else. The knight even had a servant to drape herself among the pillows. Needless to say Ilmlim wasn't phased by the scantily clad woman in front of him. He grew up with the drow. It's a stigma to cover up your body. The only reason to cover it up was to hide your imperfections, so drow women walk around near naked to show off how perfect they are.<br/><br/>When Zekolyn motion to the mat he chose a more strategic position. It was harder to respond to an attack while sitting, so instead he just leaned next to the door. He was still on his feet ready to attack. On top of that he was close to the exit and with no chance of being attack from behind.<br/><br/>He leaned and listen to Zekolyn as he talked, asking his questions. Ilmlim couldn't help but laugh and smile. "That's why you asked me here? I'm sure I'm not the first male who turned his head for Janafae. As for who I am, I'm Ilmlim, one of the guards for the house. What I was doing was what I'm hired to do. I was standing guard outside the matron's room while she prayed. Then I had planed to guard the baths while she bathed." He let out a small chuckle then a sigh "I understand why you would be worried about your keeper though. It's not uncommon for a person in her position to have people plot against her life. Hell, even I have people plot against my life. It's just part of life here, huh?"