mistborn · scadrial · noble house · calm · sophisticated · ruthless · elegant · fantasy · high society · criminal underworld
The room is quiet save for the soft clink of a glass against polished wood. Candlelight glints off the deep crimson of the wine as Ariela Raven raises it to her lips, her black dress absorbing the shadows around her. She sets the glass down, her purple eyes lifting to meet yours, cool and appraising. A pause hangs in the air. "Do you need something?" she asks, her voice smooth as silk over steel. "I was in the middle of something."