<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hiW13Hj.jpg)<div align="center"><strong>Alizeh Cloudborn</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299823.msg14660956#msg14660956)</div></div>Alizeh smiled a bright smile as Mara approached her, glad for the blonde woman's company. She was about to eagerly respond to following up on the invitation and having time to practice and prepare, but then Mara called her out for knowing Lords.<br/><br/>"Oh." She said, wondering if this was the kind of thing to be ashamed of. She'd recently learned all to dramatically how Lords were not to be trusted, and how much had been sheltered from her in the little pocket dimension she'd been raised in.<br/><br/>"Well I uh, suppose you could say that." She admitted with a blush. "I ah." She brushed some of her loose white hair behind a slightly-pointed ear. Should she tell the details? Or was this the sort of thing she should play quietly? She had no frame of reference for secrets and lies, having grown up in a place where there were no secrets and only the man in charge could lie. "That is to say I ah." She paused again, brushing back another imaginary hair, glancing down a bit flustered. "Yes." She said finally, speaking so unclearly who could say what she was actually referring to.<br/><br/>"The Temple of Artisans, I mean." She said, wide eyed and obviously out of her element in casual conversation with someone she liked and respected. "They'd be helpful." She nodded, agreeing. She seemed to suddenly think of the change of subject she wished she'd have thought of minutes ago. "If ah, you need help from my temple just ah, you know, let me know maybe they can help you out?" She offered, fingering the symbol of Mystara that hung on her chest.<br/><br/>She could only manage an eager nod and a shy smile in response to Mara's suggestion that they make their way to the afterparty. "Oh ah, I should probably change." She glanced down at the robe she had on and then ducked into her dressing room.<br/><br/>A surprisingly brief time later she emerged wearing a rather well-fitted red dress that was stylish but not overly sexy and a pair of matching shoes with a low heel, her makeup redone to a more suitable evening style for the party, her hair untouched. She glanced about, nervous about, well, most everything, but specifically her choice of attire. She moved her hands as if she wasn't sure what to do with them.