<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Zayiiri.jpg)</div>A wizard is never late - her mentors said that always, and it had never failed to earn a wry snort from the student. They might not be late... but the world rarely waited for them, either. This one was neither late, nor particularly hurried, as she joined the line, one ear canted back in a fashion that said better than words that she figured most of this for a mere formality.<br/>A dagger at her belt and a staff in one hand were all this one seemed to carry for weapons, belied by the hint of sulfur and roses, and strange herbs that hung about her person like the cloak she presently wasn't wearing. She looked around, blue eyes taking in the small crowd, the other elves and everything else, and that garnered her interest the way the bored men behind the crude table could not.