A missive in the times answered

Maya had made her way inside the busy Casino bar. Over crowded  and nosiy places made her want to retch, they dragged down her  soul like a scratching in the heart, it was something she detested, yet  here was the place she had agreed to meet the person applying for  the task of research assistant, recovering the names of the members  of the Radiant heart was her top priority, her repulsion for her  location would have to wait in the background, for now.

He arrived and waved to her. Maya must commend the editor or the  westbridge times,  he passed on the description she had left  brilliantly, almost too brilliantly, maybe she'll keep an eye on the  editor also. "greetings" he said to her.

"Well met, you must be the gentleman the editor mentioned,  responding about the job?" she extended her thin hand to him and  gave his own a firm shake. "Please join me" extending her hand  outward gesturing to a nearby space at the end of the bar, Maya sits  down, waiting for him to join her, when he does she continues.

"As you are likely aware, there will be some questions of course, to  see your suitability for the task, Do you oppose such a notion?" Shaking his head the elven man responded "Not at all, I  understand, please, ask your questions"

"We shall start with your name, and any renowned titles you may  carry within any governments?"
"My name is Vladimar" he answered "I have no titles, and am  affiliated with no governments, I'm my own man".

After a series of questions at which Maya listened to every answer  intently, she revealed the payment to which Vladimar offered a big  grin and said "Now your talking my speed, What's the job?"

Maya pondered for a moment, she had looked at the man closely, he  wore nothing to indicate if his words spoke truth, and she knew  nothing of the man to take him at face value, so grinning at him she  smiled before saying quietly "We're getting ahead of ourselves  Vladimar, the trial task first". After detailing to him what that  would be, he assured her he could find the necromancer in question,  he had her name after all, Xalyn De'lial.

After a few more words on how to approach her if he found the  necromancer, Maya stood, inclined her head in a parting of dismissal  and a shimmery space of air swallowed him up, and Vladimar  dissapeared. "Good luck Tracker, The Realms will thank you" Maya threw  back her head and cackled like an insane woman.

A new order of business.

The air in the chamber was stifling, she did not notice it.  Robed in thick dark fabrics, she continued to sit calmly at the ornate desk and continue reading the giant tome laid open before her.  The sunlight was fading, she had a meeting with Gruumsh.  Finally, after months of perseverance she would finally speak with someone in the order.  She did not contemplate for a moment about the consequences if it didn't work out as she had intended, she was too elated over the notion that she might finally be able to be among them, to fulfil her passion for her art, and learn new techniques and theories from those with more experience.  Her time had come.  She collected another cloak from a peg on the back of the barely there wooden door, and fastened it on top of her other already swathed thick garments, and headed out the door, letting it bang closed with a few more tumbling wooden panels, and dissipated into the early evening.  She heard him coming, oh he was stealthy, to most there probably would have only been a fraction of noise, but to Xalyn's acute hearing, her heightened senses, she had a moment to prepare herself, cast her final cantrip before he arrived.  She was ready and composed when he entered the very quiet, practically desolate, Nisstyres Tavern in Westbridge.  Sitting together deep in conversation for many hours, Xalyn explained how she had previously arrived to the surface, how long she had studied necromancy, what she had in mind to offer, and learn from the order, She knew they would have been watching her over the past weeks and after many hours, she stood, and shook his hand, as he left, she dissipated into thin air, leaving the tavern as empty as she had found it.  She liked that place.  Xalyn had been welcomed, she hoped beyond hope, it stayed that way.

Current Character Description - Xalyn D'Lael

Pooling like shadows brought into creation from mist, Once rich, now decaying fabrics, torn and blood spattered cling to the agile body of an ebon skinned woman.  White thick hair, pools down around the womans delicate facial features in an abundance.  The womans Lavender eyes are cruel and calculating, only smiling in malicious contempt.  The stench of death and decay hang thick in the air around the woman and if she notices its presence, she seems at home with it.  Her movements add an air of haughtiness to her gestures, her body adorned with modern and ancient jewelery suggesting at one time she was a woman of considerable wealth.