The luster of the dark emerald limo demanded attention despite the rather reserved nature of its passenger. While she herself said little her attire would suggest the contrary. Her right side was exposed, provocative and showing a confidence required of those with status. In stark contrast her left looked as if was modeled after the dresses of royalty. The black and red ensemble tied in nicely with her hair and her piercings.

    As with the others a chuffer opened the door. Stepping out, Zephornial Nolluxian tried her best to not make herself seem as egocentric as she appeared. But with each step the metallic jingle of her chained boots screamed out for attention. Rather than dwell on it she allowed her eyes to look about, trying to gather what she could about her surroundings. The buildings struck her as an odd design choice but not something to far fetched when one thinks of what it represents. What did merit her attention was the strange assortment that was to be her allies.

   She found it somewhat humorous how easy it was to tell the backgrounds of most of them just by their attitudes and dress. (Herself included.) As the setting began to sink in Zeph made her way over to the man on the stairs, and towards the front of the gathering.