Dutchess Xar

"Did you agree to this wager as Oraly says?" Her brown eyes looking down at Mot, a middle age human male. He nods. "And the outcome was in his favor?" Mot nods again. "Therefore, you should pay Oraly what is owed. Or," Xar paused, "we can have you pay it off in Goan Mine."
"No, Dutchess," Mot jumped, "I will pay Sir Oraly the 200 gold. I have not a bone in me for the mine. I will pay" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pouch. "Its only 50 gold, if you stop by my place before sundown I will have the rest for you, Sir." He waddles over to the tall, slender elf to hand him the pouch.
Oraly snatches the pouch out of Mot's hand. Then with the same hand, he backhands Mot to the ground. "That is for making me have to adjust my plans to fit yours." Oraly turned to Dutchess Xar, "I apologize for the sudden burst of violence." He bows.
A sly smile comes to the face of Xar. "It is understandable. You both are dismissed." She stretched, then nods to her court. They jump to action closing the main doors to the chamber.

Year of Birth

1100 36 Years old

Circumstances of Birth

Born under the full moon of Mimo and the New moon of Sa.

Eyes

Coffee brown, with flecks of gold.

Hair

Long braided, Blond

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

peachy

Height

5' 7"