Sashrutiena of the Dhra'ckin clan presented a contrast. She was slightly shorter at seven foot nine, with black skin. Her features were delicate, but her bearing was confident, and her silver hair fell loose to her shoulders in a style that was practical for travel. She wore robes that seemed to shimmer between solid fabric and flowing water, and her violet eyes studied Jorghan with curiosity that lacked the calculation he'd seen in so many political encounters.
Both women approached him with the formal courtesy appropriate to the situation, but Jorghan noticed warmth in their expressions that suggested this was more than just duty.
"Lord Sol'vur," Narmishina greeted, her voice carrying the melodic quality many elven women possessed but with an underlying strength that marked her as a warrior.
"Thank you for inviting us on this journey. It's... unconventional, but appreciated."
"Jorghan is fine when we're not in formal settings," he replied.
