<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 looked up as the young man stepped toward her and introduced himself. As her eyes met his, the beauty of her features was clear, big glimmering purple irises eyes that held age and wisdom, love and sadness, lips that were pouty and curved in a smile. Everything in her face meshed to be breathtaking and make a man's heart skip a beat, even smudged with a bit of dirt.<br/><br/>Zhara nodded and her very sexy voice spoke, " No I do not know why we received such an urgent summons and I am pleased to meet you, Bresnahan. I do know who you are, I keep track of those with in the Institute that are the thieves and rogues. Myself and my goddess tend to not look favorably on those that take the well earned fruits of labor from honest folk..."she pauses a moment then arches an eyebrow, her voice is serious but there is a small twinkle in her eyes " of course those who are not honest, well perhaps then exceptions can be made"<br/><br/>Zhara takes another bite from her apple and watches, she had heard of the quiet young man that was being compared with the best archers in the lands and nods. As she finished chewing her smile grew as she spied the being floating in on the carpet. She had heard of the 'frog-man' and learned what she could about it...err him. She was so amazed and delighted at the variety of beings here, all shapes and colors and types yet the Grippli, as his race was called, was completely new and to her delightful to see. If he was to be a part of whatever was to happen she would enjoy discussing many things ...as well as finding out if the rumor of his very long tongue was true.<br/><br/>Zhara had of the late been trying to avoid certain advances from a senior member of the Institute. The lord was not only not someone she would normally find attractive but there was the hint of evil to him. Around him. Clinging to him. She was not yet sure what the cause was but it did make her skin crawl and so being summoned for a mission was hopefully a way to disfuse the problem...for now. She had left a dozen or more broken hearts in her wake over the past 10 years and still there were those that would pursue her. The rumor was that like her goddess a night or two in her bed would tame any man or beast. Of course that was just nonsense...though at least one champion has left the Institute after she was finished with him.<br/><br/>Zhara murmurs a prayer of thanks and guidance to Ishtar and then looks at Bresnahan and nods toward the other two as she walks over to greet them. " Greetings archer Wyren, it is a pleasure to meet you,"  She nods to the young man. Zhara's smile blossoms like a bright sun in the morning as she tilts her head to the small being on the floating carpet,  "greetings as well Prince Borpal, I have followed your exploits for some time and it's a delight to meet you. We will have to discuss our gods and their outlooks sometime"