<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/255/1/b/sketch_xxiii_by_charlie_bowater-d6lzqaz.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Shani Lamit</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1078422)</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><hr/><br/>Sera's greeting had earned him a kind smile and a nod of her head, but she did not speak as she watched the others begin to arrive, her mouth occupied with the orange sections her nimble fingers plucked from the main fruit.  Her molten gold gaze flowed from Sera to the young Centaur, his courtly bow bringing another of those mute smiles to her lips, the light of which shone bright in her eyes as well.  The quadrupedal knight was granted a nod as well, the faintest sound of a wordless murmur rising in her throat, though barely making it past her full lips.  Finally, the last of the orange disappeared into her mouth when the horned fey joined their number, and she gathered her orange peelings to slip them into a black cloth pouch at her waist.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm pleased to meet you all, of course.  My name is Shani."</strong>Her voice was husky and sweet, like caramelized sugar, or warm cider with cinnamon, seeming to envelop the listener with a familiar and blessed comfort.  Rather than bowing or dipping into a curtsy, her lips curled into a somewhat cheeky grin and she simply began to suck the orange oil and juices from the fingertips of her gloves, turning when the door swung open and their escort entered.  The sheer fabric of her ankle-length dress swirled about her bare legs as she followed the woman deeper into the keep, revealing the golden chains and shimmering charms that adorned her slender ankles and added whimsy to the simple black color of her supple slippers.  Similar golden jewelry flashed in her ears and on the ends of her dreadlocks, though for the most part she was clad in multiple thin, silky layers of ebony cloth.<br/><br/>Her gaze lingered only briefly on the Lady, before skating to the Marquis, shamelessly appreciating her androgynous beauty and the manner in which she wore her armor.  Even as her eyes conducted their thorough examination of the Marquis, she listened to the Lady of the Faith, and answered with a smile and a faint nod.<strong>"Yes, your grace.  I commit myself and my abilities to the service of yourself, the city of Lahearth and its people, insofar as the course of my duties does not steer my actions beyond what I can morally abide."</strong>