<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Nialyssa.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Nialyssa</strong></span></span><br/><hr/>"An asylum... for people with mental deficiencies?" Nialyssa was appalled. "Don't you at least bring them to the temples first, to see if the gods can help them?"<br/><br/>"What was he taking up there, sir?" Nialyssa asked. "If it's a secret, well, it might be proper for us to know, since we're going up there to find out what's going on with your man?"<br/><br/>Nialyssa was worried that something improper was happening up at this Raker Asylum, and that may have caused the merchant's disappearance. Maybe the merchant learned of something he shouldn't have, and was accosted for it?<br/><br/>A giddy feeling welling up inside her, she had to fight to keep herself quiet now and let the man answer. She loved a good conspiracy, something to help crack and let her use her mind for other than daily mundane tasks. Some told her that she was too much like a crazy gnome conspiracy theorist who lived a day's walk from her temple. They were probably just telling her that because she was short, and because she enjoyed investigating conspiracies. She was no gnome, that was for sure.</td></tr></tbody></table>