"Jhaemast?" For a single, split second, Ryla's expression changes to one of wide-eyed shock. The slip is quite brief, however, and she recovers almost instantly, her expression shifting to something far more reserved, her eyes alighting on Linda with a surprisingly hard look "Ah. Sadly, not a name I know too much about. My...father traveled with him, up until his disappearance. That was some time ago, though, and I was not privy to any of the information." There was an unmistakably hard tone in her voice, as if her normally almost musical tone was being spoken through gritted teeth.<br/><br/>Pushing herself away from the table, Ryla gets to her feet and begins to pace slowly back and forth, her arms folded behind her back, fingers interlaced "As far as Libraries and the like, Jules...you can find books everywhere in the port. Now, how many of them will have obscoure historical knowledge? Likely very fiew. That being said...." She pauses mid-sentence and begins to fiddle with the wide brim of her hat, clearly giving herself a little more time to consider her next few words a little more carefully. Finally, seemingly satisfied, she continues "...Port Verge is a hotbed of political activity. Those who make a living buying, selling, and trading information have flocked where in the troves. Odds are, SOMEONE will have at least a little more knowledge. Myself, I just know he was last seen, and likely died, somewhere around here. Beyond that? You'll need an information broker, or do some digging yourself. The Lyrandar manifests might be a good place to start - they do keep records." Licking her lips, she again pauses briefly in her speech, allowing her eyes to roam a little more fully over those assembled at the table. Again, she seems satisfied, and continues "Brokers tend to be expensive. Even I am not cheap, but some of my prices pale in comparison to organisations that trade in high-end or obscoure information. So, either be prepared to spend some of your life-savings, or be prepared to 'lean' on the right people...if you get my drift."<br/><br/>Retrieveing her staff from the wall she'd leaned it against, the fox-girl makes a rather big show of leaning on it, jutting out her hips until the majority of her weight is resting on the oversized piece of hardened driftwood "Of course, gotta be careful where and how hard you lean, lest you break something. Breaking things around here is bad news. So, let's pretend I don't know the specifics...what're you looking for this guy for? Owe you money or something?"