Idara makes a leaf blowing entrance into the tavern but she doesn't need it to get attention. The room always grows cold when she enters, she can't help it, everyone she hangs around with is dead. The life of a dark elf is pretty grim as it is but to be a necromancer makes it even more dark and sinister. Idara likes it that way, all the ones she's loved have betrayed her and turned her heart to cold ice. Now she uses their rickety corpses as pawns in her dark little game she plays.