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When they were taken to the back room and left alone with the odd gang of thieves that had their belongings laid out so temptingly on the desk, Rysa felt her blood boil all over again. The boy in the corner was the one that had taken her things. She could feel it. Rysa may not have gotten a good...

Thagretis is a theocratic city-state that worships a living dragon god.

The innkeeper had an expression of pure boredom mixed with a hint of frustration. She wanted to get through the day with as little trouble as possible. Rysa could understand. She had countless days like that back in her own inn. The customers would be swinging their mugs of ale around without a...

Rysa would have absolutely no problem with managing her magic. She knew she could do it and she doubted she would be pushed to the point of having no other option. Nor could she imagine being so enraged that it became a matter of instinct. She often found that during the few moments when she...

As they walked through the progressively narrower streets, Rysa began to feel more comfortable in the elf's presence. He cracked a few jokes and although he looked nervous, she gave a lighthearted laugh. Her amnesia didn't make her feel very confident either. She'd learned to live with it...

Jazat showed her how to hold the knife, his rough hands contrasting her soft ones. She still didn't feel very competent with it, but she would try her best nonetheless. Pushing all thoughts of her incompetence with a knife out of her mind, she thought on his question. "I own an inn in Alliria...

Rysa curled her fingers around the knife the man offered her. She'd used knives plenty of times before. She was no stranger to them. Well, no stranger to them in the context of a kitchen. Her cooking skills would be of no use in this situation, but she was sure she could defend herself well...

Rysa groaned and ran her fingers through her soaked hair. She wanted to scream. She travelled all this way from Alliria just for those spices and now they were gone along with her medicines. Rysa was a very calm person, often nervous, but aside from that, calm. Now, she was angry. Her blood...

"Don't worry, it will help you," Rysa said, thrusting the potion forward, "It's made of purifying ingredients that will ease the pain." She forced the potion into the man's hand and curled his fingers closed around it, "If you got punched so hard you coughed up blood, then trust me, you'll need...

The elven man was more hurt than he let on. Internal bleeding? Rysa thought for a moment about the medicines she'd brought with her. Being paranoid helped in these sorts of situations. She could probably whip up something to help him. "It's okay," Rysa said, laying her hand back on his...

The rain was battering down with all the force of a thousand armies. Rysa was only staying in Bhathairk for one night before starting the journey back home to Alliria, but the rain would surely slow her down. It wasn't often that she found herself in the northern lands, but she wanted...

I'm totally down for that! I'm always interested in some improv.

The air was sweltering and Rysa’s hair was beginning to frizz despite its thinness. She regretted not renting a horse for the trip. Untying the string holding her cloak around her shoulders, she wrapped it up and tucked it through the strap of her bag with a sigh. “I wish I knew some sort of...

Yersa grumbled at Ash’s insistent touching of every object he found strange, but turned her attention back to Rysa, “I don’t understand why you took up that foolish job in the first place. You have so much more potential when not constrained by rich know-it-alls.” Rysa leaned against the...

"What the hell have you gotten yourself into now?" Yersa was a grumbly dwarvish woman who stood on a stool to see over the top of the counter. Her greasy chestnut hair was tied back in a modest bun and her clothes were dotted with soot- no doubt from her hours spent by a cauldron. "I don't...