Elegy for the Damned looks somewhat out of place in the Stygian manse of The Lion, appearing for all the world as if she could very well be truly alive, were it not for the pallor of her complexion juxtaposed with the consuming darkness of the soulsteel architecture.  Ironic, then, that she seems perhaps the least lively person present; the waifish Abyssal remains off to one side during the long wait for the fortress's master, head bowed and eyes closed, motionless and wordless in whatever depths of contemplation have swallowed her.<br/><br/>The strange young woman wears a heavy black cloak with the hood drawn.  The front is split partway down the middle, and currently lifted and tied off by a clasp made of thick-braided rope and bone-white, petrified wood.  Those familiar with the cultures of the distant Southeast might recognize it: a cheap sort of charm formulated by mortal thaumaturgy to ward off evil spirits from the dead, albeit one with a single line struck through the abjuring sutra.  The clasp keeps the split in the cloak raised up and toward one shoulder, so that when a charnel-house breeze from the cavernous confines of the lower chambers whistles through carrying the infinite agonies of soulsteel-confined faces (and more than a few of those still locked in living--or undead--torment) it flaps about loosely like a mantle, exposing a body underneath covered only with strategic bits of bandage-wrapping here and there.<br/><br/>Elegy opens her eyes when The Lion addresses them, but otherwise remains largely impassive.  The moment he solicits questions, she pivots on her heel with a brief flutter of her cloak and begins to walk away.  There's enough leeway for one to assume that she might simply be an immensely dedicated servant--true obedience, after all, is executing orders without question or hesitation--but it's unlikely that The Lion is under any such misapprehensions.  The odds were far better that she simply didn't care about any finer points of the task, though at least she had the presence of mind to leave the matter ambiguous rather than vocalizing her indifference--and impertinence--before the tyrant.