Daralaendra

Soft, bouncing curls that frame her milky porcelain face lend Daralaendra Suanealaena an image of youthful enthusiasm, but one look at her eyes -- deep blue-violet daggers with an edge keen enough to reduce even the most seasoned Trader to a stuttering oaf -- and there remains no question about the shrewd business savvy she commands. Against a backdrop of tall-masted ships and cargo crates, she appears as a blossom among thorns, but woe to him who should think to pick and collect her; thorns would not rank among his concerns.