Talk:Ardamire Pelendur

Frail, withered arms clasped firmly before her in an expression of intense resolve, Ardamire Pelendur hovers here just a few inches above the cold stone floor. From within the hood of her generous cowled cloak, long tendrils of soft black hair float weightlessly around her skull. Her eyes, little more than black recesses within the pallid, moist skin of her face, burn with an otherwordly intensity. Torn and badly tattered at the sleeves and around the ankles, panelled black silks drape loosely over her thin, wasted body. Ardamire Pelendur looks to be crushingly strong. She weighs about 125 pounds. She is loyal to The ruins of Morindar. You see nothing in it.