You notice an odd, almost godly aura about Tessima.

You see GameMaster Tessima Teabring, an Elothean Pain in the Neck
She's got some drowsy blue eyes, blue-black hair that struggles against the bonds of the jaunty scarf that covers it, and pale skin that screams, "Go outside sometimes, woman!"
She is a mere babe for an Elothean. Wait, is that a wrinkle?
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a wee bluebird charm, a pair of small sapphire spheres that dangle from silver ear hoops, a black spidersilk backpack clasped by a cobalt glass cabochon, a flowing skirt of midnight blue gauze over black silk that sparkles with tiny glass beads, a sleeveless black silk tunic, a silky black head scarf painted in blues and silvers with enticing depictions of the heavens and something special.