Seilara stood out from the typical member of her race for a few reasons.  The most immediately evident of them was almost certainly her hair: gone were the long, white, delicate locks that marked a normal Drow.  Close cropped, immaculately clean, and dark, it did not look dyed.




"Lights?"  Seilara inquired, bemusedly.  "I have just one -- I'm a jurisprudence fetishsist.  I get off on technicalities."