Leilan Kathain. Email: thealmightyturtle@hotmail.com Lives: in the Tower of Round, in Ex. Occupation: Artist and Writer. Comments: "Let's see now, where should I begin? Please be patient with me, as I am usually quite shy. I've moved from Llenweyn, a country far off in another part of the world in a region known as Lyrin. It's a fascinating place, really. So many different kinds of people running around. I used to live in a beautiful house made from a material that looked akin to smoky quartz. Since I'm a writer/artist, I have loads of belongings I just HAD to take with me. My materials are all necessary for me to do my work. Well, my appearance really doesn't matter much to me, but I'll describe it anyway. I have shoulder-length blonde hair (very pale, actually, almost a silvery color), which is a little wavy, but not enough to be deemed curly. My eyes are the most interestng feature, if I was worried about my appearance. They are a lovely shade of lavenderish blue, with just a speck or two of gray near the pupil. That makes sense, since my favourite color is purple. But really. I hate to go into my figure, since I look much to skinny in anything I wear. I usually just layer up in robes to cover my skinniness. In any case, I am looking forward to traveling in Umbagollah, writing about the amusing beasts of burden you have (beasties, am I right?), or sketching the mysterious Towers of Ex. I am anxious to meet all of you!" Leilan's home in Ex is an unusually large one for this city, occupying most of the third floor of a tower close to the centre of town. The sunlight that filters down to this level has been cut into sharp slices (in the shape of knife-blades or segments of some pale-fleshed fruit) by the roughly pointed heads of the towers around her. The moss growing on the outside of the building around her window colours the light green before it can enter her room. The unusually large home was granted to Leilan in deference to her "loads of belongings." The Governor hates to think of a newcomer and her load crammed in one tiny space without room to sneeze or turn 'round. If she climbs the staircase to the top of this tower she can see, distantly, a line of blue or silver which is the sea and a rumpled line of green which is the Forest.