Your eyes fall upon the form of a slender drow woman. A single dark black braid is pulled back tight from the back of her head, and falls in a single cord reaching almost to her feet. The weathered lines in the dark skin around her mouth and eyes reveals her age as probably one of the oldest drow you have ever seen. The whites of her eyes contrast eerily with black pupils which are set upon equally black irises, making her gaze seem either slightly comical or entirely maniacal. Yet great care seems to have been taken to keep both herself and her clothes in perfect order.