[Liadrin briefly breathes out a confused stream of Thalassian while wide, unnaturally radiant green eyes scan the lobby of the castle as a child would take in their first few images of something foreign; her breathing is slow, awed to say the least.
Heavy, armor-plated boots take a cautious step forward, and she pauses as her foot makes contact with the journal at her feet. The elf's ears flatten against the sides of her head as her gaze falls upon it before perking fully forward curiously. Her fingers grasp its cover in one hand, ornate halberd pressed against the floor with the other. In fact, Liadrin is-- despite her wonder at the castle-- a rather peculiar sight herself; a slender, elegantly poised creature covered almost completely in armor that looks more suited to someone much more...imposing. ]
A teleportation spell, perhaps? I wonder if this belongs to the mage that cast it. [Warmth, flowing softly from the tips of her fingers, seeps into the pages as she thumbs through them.] Most certainly not one of the Sin'dorei-- this architecture is far too human.
[She glances up once more, this time searching for someone with some answers, the charm of it all slowly wearing thin without a host to welcome her. Poor etiquette, to say the least. Her voice is clear and demanding as she calls out, echoing through the halls as well as simultaneously bleeding though to the journal.] This is Lady Liadrin, leader of the Blood Knights, guardian of the Sunwell. Why have you summoned me?
...And where in the name of the Light am I?
- I: An Unusual Introduction