Zendazalle Kront'tazza

A form, turned away from you, head down, on her own in a corner. As you approach you think for a moment the slight, shy creature will flee, but then she turns to face you, a final flicker of resolve still lingers on her features but is quickly replaced by a soft but warm smile. She's clearly a Drow, there's no confusing it. She has a face that would easily be called beautiful if it weren't marred so badly by scars covering much of it's right side, you can't tell cause it's covered by a cloth but you can only assume whatever happened to her face also took her right eye.

She looks at you with a questioning smile and seems to nod in encouragement that you might speak your piece.