Nyxeris draped her wrists over the hilts of her scimitars as she followed Darkic to the stables. Though she was only slightly insulted, she didn't blame him. They were strangers after all. There wasn't much she'd share with him at this point. "Dark Spire." She waited she see if Darkic would comment. Dark spire was a lawless city. Mercenaries, assassins and thieves abounded. Despite it's unfortunate reputation, Nyxeris had never found a more lucrative place. This was also the first time she was going without a full guard. Even she wasn't foolish enough to walk around alone in a city like that. Looking at Darkic, she wasn't worried. His skill surpassed a posse of men, which was all the same to her. That meant more money. "My weapons cart is hidden outside of town in the forest." Complete with a cloaking spell, she never brought her merchandise beyond city limits.