*Rashida looks up at you from a book she's reading, her dark golden eyes studying you with a hint of boredom.. her black hair and tan skin standing in contrast to her white robes and golden ornamentation as she starts to speak in near monotone, to you she appears very young, except her eyes..* I'm Ama'rashida.. caretaker of knowledge and history and daughter of Amavari.. which you know so.. hey.. what else.. I like incense and divination.. and history.. and I'm one-hundred-forty-six years old..