#98 a Guildleader Raelem card
Amid a circle of admirers of all races, a tiny and seemingly ancient Elven woman is clearly the center of attention, her sharp eyes calculating even while her delicate features portray the animation of pleasant conversation. Long tendrils of grey hair curl past Raelem's ears, cascading down her back in a way too perfect to have been accidental. Finely boned fingers curl around the handle of her walking cane, its golden tip raised just above the floor.