<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/zhara1_zpsdd074598.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong><strong> Zhara</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188184.msg9109545#msg9109545)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A meeting room deep in the Institute of War<br/><strong>Time:</strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A brown peasant's tunic half open and long skirt, smudged with dirt; A brown floppy hat that hangs partly over her face: Boots<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>A gathering group<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Zhara took a chair and pulled the floppy hat from her hair, running fingers through her tangled hair and dragging out several bits of straw, which she slipped into a pocket. Her purple eyes glimmered as she quietly listened to the comments of those that had been summoned as well as the tone of the hooded summoner.<br/><br/>Zhara had considered everything she knew about those gathered and wondered a bit at the desperation  of the summoner. He now set a time limit for them to leave and was arranging magical transport when it was far easier for them to ride. What that meant in her experience was that someone else was already well on the way. Or the summoner had information they did not want to reveal. If it was as serious as he claimed then a group of the major champions  should have been gathered. These thoughts slipped through her mind quickly and then her sultry voice spoke " Well M'lord, I do have a few questions and observations...you say this artifact has an aura to it one we can feel...is it Evil? Has someone already succumbed to it? since you are suppling magic transport and a tight time limit that tells me we may not have been the first one's you sent after this."<br/><br/>Zhara nods to the Grippli, " I can handle the undead if need be and make sure the rest of you do as well , I am concerned about returning something this corrupting into the vaults. Already there are far to many evil and powerful items held there."<br/><br/>Zhara stood and did not glide or sway but strode the few steps to the head of the table her eye brow arched as she rested a hand on the table by the summoner. "Normally those Lords of the Institute I deal with know that I prefer to look them in the eye when we speak ... it is a matter of my respect for them and their respect for me. Since you just gave us only a few hours and are making sure to magically warp us close that tells me someone has already messed up and you want us to fix it...so I will help fix this but know...<em>if that artifact is <strong>evil</strong></em>...I won't bring it back here but I will see that it is destroyed"<br/><br/>Zhara walks back to her chair and gathers her hat and heads for the door. Looking back over her shoulder at the summoner, " it would be better if I had a day to prepare since I do not normally walk around with a full gift of combat prayers and spells from my goddess but I suppose we will have to make do. I will go take a bath...gather my pack and my horse and dogs and be back here in 3 hours"