<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/>A low nearly inaudible growl began deep in Ryst's chest.  She could tolerate hand shakes from men well enough when needed or called for in greeting someone.  But lingering ones... the Argonian was beginning to tread on very thin ice.  "Welcome to Skyrim and the hold of Riften Outlander Bard."  Nar'Rystlyn replied firmly removing her hand from his clasp.<br/><br/>"I am Ryla, my offer of help is genuine Ilya Evermore but neither my hand nor any other part of me is a part of that bargain."  Reaching into a hidden pocket Ryst took out a small leather pouch containing and placed it in Ilya's hand.  "Here are 40 septims enough for a few nights stay at the Bee and Barb including meals."<br/><em><br/>'I'm not lost.'</em>The voice behind the cowl struck her as if she had been physically slapped in the face.  She knew that voice all to well.  It was a voice that haunted her dreams of night long ago.  Its the voice of a pain racked man whom blamed her for his beloved Alga's death.  Nar'Rystlyn heard the familiar sound of healing magic being engaged long before she felt its familiar tingle work its way up her neck.  It did not matter that the energy was not directed at her she still felt it as it hit the Argonian.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry to hear about your run in with the Draugr's. They have indeed become a real problem for travelers these days.  Unfortunately our good Jarl Tali seems to be doing nothing about them save sitting back on her pretty little ass day dreaming or something."  Turning to look more pointedly at Kreios.  "As I understand it someone has contracted the Companions to come and take care of the matter but they have yet to respond."<br/><br/>There were so many things that Ryst wished she could truly say to this man whom looked at her like she was some wicked Daedra Lord straight from the bowels of Oblivion.  That was simply something that was not true.  She may be the servant of one and had been given a special gift... but she herself was far from being as powerful as a Daedra.  She too had mourned for Alga's untimely death.  They had been good friends before Kreios took Alga as his wife.  And now the Companion hated her for something she did not do.  The only thing she was guilty of and felt a great remorse for was that she had arrived to that part of the battlefield far to late to save Alga.