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"Falwood," she said with a smile, then sipped her drink, "east side." There was a lot more to it than that, and many years spent here and there. But, he hadn't asked for a life story. She too sat back a little more comfortably yet again, giving another odd but endearing look to Quinton...

Nyrial tilted her head as Roul approached, pleased that he had chosen to do so. As for Quinton's outburst, she offered him a sideways glance with a raised brow, managing to echo his proclamation to him with a whisper. To the egg? Because eggs. It was as good a reason as any, she supposed...

And leaned back quite comfortably in the corner spot of a large table: white braids, pale features, red painted lips and just enough of a smile. With both arms stretched out against the backrest behind her, she was seated with a large and cumbersome figure on either side. Burly and loud, they...

She did not find it all too remarkable that she found herself crossing paths with a former associate of the murdered nobleman, but it did give her an odd satisfaction to be doing so. She nodded as Roland told her of his woes, and as he inquired to her own business, she only shrugged. "I...

Aside from the mention of Tes-kartes, the light bustling of the lounge around her was a mundane and uninteresting sound overall. She was far more content investing her attention to the goods and delicacies she'd been provided, that was until someone proved bold enough to address her directly...

The Tir'Nasha was a grand estate, home to someone named Tes-kartes, a wealthy and influential businessman in Annuakat. He was the owner of a shipping business, one which operated both at sea and on land, and was evidently quite vast. This Tes-kartes was also rumoured to have influence in Cerak...

She listened with her ears and learned with her eyes all while he spoke, examining him with an air of curiosity. He didn't fit the bill of any sort that she was familiar with, and she couldn't help but wonder how one like he might... never-mind. "...A pleasure to meet you, miss," "Nyrial,"...

She hadn't been there for more than a few moments when a voice rose up from behind, directed quite clearly toward her. Her eyes dipped low and slid to one side as her head slowly turned, but when her eyes met with his there was no ire found in hers, but an uncertain curiosity. Even from where he...

Beneath the cover of her hood she was shielded from the evening rain, but that did little to help her now waterlogged boots that had thoroughly soaked through to her feet. The cobblestone streets had done little to prevent such a happening, and in fact small dips in the streets had only...

Skad wasn't long in fulfilling the criteria Nyrial had laid out, and as such she felt the least she could do was following through on the agreement, odd as it was. But who would she be kidding, she was enjoying the little game. "So I am," she replied, setting her empty glass down. She rested...

Just a few meters from the bar at a table a few men sat and ate, speaking to one another. For a time their conversation was relatively mundane, until a fourth entered into the tavern and took a seat there with them, saying immediately, "You'll never guess who bit the dust last night." "We...

And so, their stares would meet. She was hardly so shy, her gaze lingered, unwavering, then only to study. A missing eye, hair a tither, a woman but, she'd describe her as almost rugged in a way. It only made sense given such an obvious lineage. Thanks McKinley. Nyrial caught her gaze on her...

The tavern was, in contrast to the rest of this place, quite large, even grand. It had tall ceilings, a grand staircase, and chandeliers. Granted, everything was aged and weathered and less than well kept, but it was clear this was once a place of more noble gatherings. Now the patronage was a...

She remembered something from long ago, from when she was only a child. Teachings in the Temple of her once great people. She couldn't remember the teaching exactly, but she remembered the idea of it. That taking someone's life for pleasure or personal gain, not only ended one person's life, but...

She couldn't believe what was happening. She thought she'd be ready for this. She thought she'd be ready for anything. She had no idea... Feelings of utter regret washed over her as distant memories from the past came to her. She had been destined for a much different life, she'd once thought...