<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Ryst is dressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) for 'work' as she nearly always is.  There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.  And she likes it that way.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Riften, Near Mistveil Keep<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ilya Evermore, Kreios, open<br/><hr/><hr/>Ryst smiled under her mask at Ilya's words about cutting himself cutting an apple or something with the offered blade.  "Very well Master Craftsman I would not wish to be responsible for your cutting your own fingers off with the gift of this blade.  I shall seek you out later with the full sum of this little boxes worth.  Such hard work and devotion should not be squandered for a measly 40 septims."<br/><br/>Again the Khajiit couldn't help but smile under her mask as Ilya started out towards the direction he thought the bar was in almost taking a dip in the dirty waterway below.  Ryst also would have liked to have gotten a better look into that trunk of his at least to get some clue as to how the darn thing worked.  But even if the trunk was still opened she had the distinct feeling she wouldn't been allowed to simply have a look inside.<br/><br/>Nar'Rystlyn could only frown under her mask and shake her head sadly when Kreios decided to play the cold shoulder card.  'Damn stubborn Nord... life is not always so black and white as you all seem to believe.'  The Khijiit thought irritably as she moved to follow him towards the Bee and Barb with her tail twitching in irritable quick twitchy movements.  Part of her just wanted to pull Kreios off to the side and have a go at clearing the air between them which had been thick with misunderstanding and harsh judgements for far to long.<br/><br/>Even with all these thoughts running through her mind she kept a watch on the things which were going on around her.  She was still extremely upset about the would be thief she had run into in Markarth.  There had been more and more such discoveries over the last several months.  Ryst wished she knew where La’ora was.  If anyone had or could get the information she needed it would be La'ora.<br/><br/>Of course if her old friend was in the right frame of mood there might be even another even better reason for seeing her fellow thief.  The two of them had over the years had developed a rather interesting relationship.  They were the best of friends with the added advantage of also being lovers with no strings attached.  What was the saying La'ora used to describe it?  'Friends with benefits'.<br/><br/>It was the same kind of relationship she shared with the now owner of the Black Brier Meadery.  Her Dark Elf lover had left a couple days before to head towards the Mage College.  Ryst originally had planned on making the trip with her for at least part of it.  But work had gotten crazy and the Khajiit had been forced to take a rain trip on traveling around with Briza.<br/><br/>