Scene: "Velvet Shadows with Velvet Feet" The war had not touched this moon, atleast not directly. Nestled between hyperspace lanes and long-forgotten trade routes, the small pleasure-world of Thessaril remained mostly neutral, its forests glowing softly under the light of twin moons. Birds chirped faintly in the air, but there was something still about the place… as if it held its breath. A pavilion of fine silks, wine-colored and weightless, fluttered atop a marble terrace in the forest’s heart. Lanterns shimmered like stars suspended from branches above, and incense curled lazily through the air.. spiced, sweet, and almost unnaturally calming. There, reclining on an elegant cushion, was Kuro Vensahri. Her purple tail swayed slowly behind her, lazily brushing the floor. Her long violet hair shimmered with each breeze, and her pale skin caught the starlight with unnatural perfection. Beside her rested a curved saberstaff.. beautiful, ceremonial-looking, but deadly all the same. She poured a cup of steaming tea, not looking up as footsteps.. distant or near.. disturbed the stillness. "You made it," she said softly, as if she had been expecting someone. Anyone. "I was beginning to think the invitation was ignored. Or feared." She looked up at last, violet eyes glowing in the dark. A slight smile tugged at her lips.. not warm, not cold. Merely curious. "Come, sit. You must be tired. War makes everyone so... tense. It is my people's interest to see it over.. And I guarantee you, nobody will complain with our methods."