<div class="floatleft">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Mermaid/Mermaid020_zps6c6a31da.png)</div>Lorelei's true nature was a well kept secret, for her own sake and for those around her. Not even all the Delvers knew her true origins and certainly no one who worked or frequented the tavern. Unless one of the few who knew the truth spilled the beans that is. But she had a way of getting people to open up to her, even charming away their best attempts at deceit. Most didn't even think twice about her story as her apparent naivety seemed to convince them nearly instantaneously. No, to most she was the pale-skinned, near-albino outcast from a group of farmers on the coast who learned her trade from the wise hermit who took her in.<br/><br/>So no one probably understood why seeing the hollowed out shells of turtles bother her so. In fact the first time she nearly retched at the gruesome display. Lorelei was a creature of the sea and it pained her, even now, to see such majestic creatures slaughtered for no reason besides some mere game. Her sadness was hidden, literally cloaked by the oversized garment she currently wore. A half circle cloak of the vicuna, the softest and finest fabric that anyone has ever touched. It was rumored to have been brought to these shores by traders returning from lands across the sea, made from the fur an animal found only in the highest ranges of magical, secluded mountains. The camel-like creature the reincarnation of a goddess in the flesh. A story she did little to contradict, besides it was a half-truth. In her studies of creatures most bizarre she had learned of its existence and the peoples who herded the rare animals that yielded such finery. It was in her time before becoming a Delver that she had journeyed to the frozen mountain where they lived and traded her musical gifts and er... something else to the tribal chief for a portion of this fabric. It was her most prized possession of anything that came from the land.<br/><br/>When she had it spun and woven she kept the natural color, a dark golden hue. She had the cowl drawn over her that it covered most of her face. There were no sleeves, her arms remained tucked inside but as is the tradition for making a woman's cloak it was short enough that her legs from below the knees are shown. The wraps that serve as her boots cover up most of her lower legs, so only a small bit of skin is shown. Lorelei did not want to remove the spotlight from the gnome and halfling nor ruin any chance for Ayca to take the stage. This Freeromp Festival was very good at loosing coins from purse and she was not for want. Better to let the others reap the bounty, at least for now. Although from the looks of it, Nuria might be the one that keeps Ayca from joining in the music.<br/><br/>To answer the half-elf's question though, a solemn sounding "No," comes from under the cowl as a finger swirls the ice in the glass put before her. She stares down at the shifting colors from her manipulation and seems lost in thought.