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Feyrith couldn't offer more than an apologetic frown in regards to being cryptic. She would have preferred to be forth coming with it all. She felt a great relief in hearing the strange nickname on his lips. There was an odd catharsis in being recognized. More so, there was no pain that came...

Feyrith was near ready to pull a knife in case he tried something tricksy. Her grip twisting his arm firmly as she watched his little demonstration of illusory magic. Ah, that was right he had used some manner of glamor the first time they met as well. With a deep frown she accepted the...

She could see the wheels turning in his gaze. Could see him trying to place her face among his many acquaintances. It all would have been much easier if she could come out with it and say it plainly. Feyrith waited quietly as he finished his treat and mulled it over. Even if she had only known...

She had followed suit to take a nibble of the pastry. It was a hard habit to give up waiting for others to eat to see if they keeled over. Though if she had truly doubted the nature of the bread she wouldn't have handed it to him. Feyrith had tried rather hard to not accept them at all the first...

Feyrith watched his eyes rove over her with little recognition. Ah, so they hadn't. The number of old people that knew their old face and they wouldn't have simply turned tail to run from could be count on one hand. Things might have been simple if they could simply come forward and explain...

In a dogged pursuit, she had almost nearly closed the gap between them. Just before she could reach out to stop him the other drow had already landed below. Feyrith watched the tall drow not so elegantly escape to the balcony below. The pursuit had gone on long enough that she wasn't about to...

She held the sword for a moment as it peered into the depths of her without eyes. It was a more difficult question to answer than she would have liked. As if there were chunks of her psyche missing or intersecting each other. It was all a bit disordered. But she remembered it. Remembered the...

Another day another patrol through the streets. Some folks might have found the routine boring but Feyrith quite liked it. She had appreciated the predictably of it, becoming accustomed to the schedule of the citizens along her route. Perhaps that was the real reason she hadn't given it up...

Feyrith muttered a curse under her breath as she chased down the fleeing drow. Each time she thought she closed the distance or thought she almost had him, he would slip just out of her grasp. She could see the change in his body language as he came to the edge of the roof. He was definitely...

The tiefling's words caught up slowly to Her. She watched it hum over a name. Perhaps she should have declared her own but shaken as she was, she found herself bending to the will of another even now. She looked down at her hands again the smooth hands, unscarred, all fingers accounted for. It...

He nodded partially to himself. "I will take it with me." Tar replied firmly to the Tiefling. Tar watched as she elegantly and languid rose from the chair. She took his two offerings and gave a small beckoning motion. He had the sudden feeling that once he followed her that was the end of...

"If Our Lady wills it then it is a simple matter, matters of the flesh are her dominion." The woman replied with a soft laugh. Tar wondered what deals this woman facilitated if such requests seemed so trivial to her. It was as if she had done this many times before, routine. Tar watched her...

The Tiefling seemed very amused by Tar's declaration that the sword was off the table for bargaining. She hummed thoughtfully as she watched him untie the makeshift harness holding the scabbard. "Hmmm, well...that might pose a little snag. You see, for the best results I must take that which...

I would like to offer up Feyrith for a possible brush in the fog perhaps they both end up hunting the same criminal. Elsewise Esmoria could be a very interesting combo as she is not disguised as a nun but people are likely to think might be dressing as a nun in jest depending on their own...

The shadowy path gave way as she had feared it would. Luckily she had drawn the dagger for this purpose. As her footing disappeared she lunged forward with it to plunge it with force into a crack of the masonry. It was hardly graceful as she scrabbled to brace herself and not fall straight down...