Arche dutifully pays attention to those descriptions, committing them to her memory and sealing her promise with a small nod. She will keep her weather eye out, as best she can.

She sketches three figures in the dust first, still displaying that fine draftsman's hand despite her lack of materials. This isn't the first time she's had to use her finger for the job, it seems. "These three are the other members of Foresight, my...the team I belonged to. The woman there is Imina, no family name, and can be picked out by her vibrant violet hair and quick-sharp movements. Do not refer to her as an elf; if you must refer to her heritage, she is a half-elf, but honestly..." Arche sighs. "Honestly before you open your mouth about her parentage ask yourself how much you want to continue owning genitals that are both functional and attached."

"The shorter blonde gentleman is Hekkeran Termite. He is in no small way responsible for my death and will be stupid enough to say so. Please don't hit him."

"The last gentleman there is Roberdyck Goltron, a holy man and member of an odd, pagan faith with only one supreme god. He will be in some distress, should his magic fail to work here, and may well believe he has lost divine favor. Treat him gently, please."