Daumantas Ivanov<br/><br/>Daumantas has never been one to care much about such things. The Rhul in town was a good enough fellow, and he'd met other Dwarves. He'd heard of Nyss, a few in major cities, but they were never common. He'd never met one, but was smart enough to know one when he saw one. He had to wonder what she was doing here. But that was something for someone above his pay scale to worry about. He'd drop her off, like any package, but it wasn't his job to worry about the bigger picture.<br/><br/>Daumantas nods to the guards on the gate. He knew them well, of course. They were technically his comrades, but just as importantly, he came through the gates after hours more then most. Part of the job. However, the rider just continues his slow walk toward the church. At the sight of the flame, Daumantas adjusted his path slightly, but did little more, letting the slow steps bring him to the two women.<br/><br/>"Greetings, Ms. Krupskaya, Ms. Karskaja. Can I help you? I must be on my way soon, as I intend to take this... lady to the priests. They can give her a place to sleep... or a proper burial, if that's what she needs."