She walks in shaded in dark clothing, a standard wizard's robe, tinted with bits of royal purple and crimson. Using her magic, she tries to give off a large aura of radiance and above all, rage. Using the power of illusion she allows for figments of fire to 'dance' about her robes.
Twelve Thousand, Four hundred, and Seventy Two True
Rhynnala Asantiani
giggling , she dispells all such illusions and walks out in something more accustomed to her.
