Count the six birds in her room, see them fly
and fail to defy their ornate cages.
Alina! Mystique that transcends ages
and yet a threat muttered upon the sigh.
Power corrupts and yet all signs are shy.
Stories untold but lessons burn pages
and all know when and when not to engage
lest consquences begin to apply.
Wealth, intellect and beauty, triple threat
lurk in the pleasant, crimeless part of Sharn.
Indigo eyes peer and do not forget.
Her hair soft as clouds and heart hard as skarn -
mining is a dangerous game, regret
is worthless when preventing birds from harm.