<div align="center">Lryera (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105363.msg4573480#msg4573480)<br/></div>Strangely Lryera's actions seemed to aid seeing of the man.<br/><br/><strong>"Hmm I wasn't expecting that to work."</strong>The enchantress stared at his back and talked without thinking.<br/><br/><strong>"If it does matter either way, what I accused him of is a lie, I don't know him. I have enough rumors about me already I thought one more probably wouldn't change much, but I am glad he is gone. Still I am pretty sure I am going to regret doing that later. But that's later. <br/><br/>"I am Lryera Oraldin, our family used to serve as one of a few royal enchanters until recently for reasons none of my family understand. This place may be dangerous for both of us soon. Probably more for me than you ... but the way he was handling you I am not so sure. When men have fire in their blood for a woman is when the strangest of things happen, not all of them pleasant.</strong><br/><br/>Although the enchanters comments seemed intelligent one got a hint that it was practiced. In fact the girl didnt know much about life or fathomed this from experience - more like she was well read and memorised this passage. Her body language spoke it also to those with the eye for it. Only one type of person would do so, one who led a very sheltered life.<br/><strong><br/>"You are the most sublime storytellers could imagine. Natural talent like that is unique. Rain I don't know what you understand about enchanters, likely quite a lot if your well traveled but although our craft is wondrous, we are heavily dependent on sleep those that have your voice can manage, to let a part of our mind rest, which is restless otherwise. I am alone and would pay very well to have you journey with me. For reasons that are perhaps shameful, perhaps destiny, I have a need to go to the Shadow in the hope to stop being plagued by a reoccurring nightmare about the place. <br/><br/>Whatever is waiting there I know that it will unlikely be pleasant, but I fear something worse if I don't, already its bad for my family here. I don't know what I should do once there, but my family is dispersed now. We are scattered. Our talents are refined and we know little of the world. For any that help me travel there I would gladly pay even fractions of profits of anything I enchant, or perhaps as payment I could instead enchant you something to aid your dreams. But they will take time, and unfortunately we have to find many things for them first. But patience would be rewarded, I feel it would be guaranteed if I could often hear you sing."<br/></strong><br/><strong>"Alas doing so may ruin what good reputation you deserve, for the nobles have accused us with Demonica Influencia. It may well be true, for some times after waking I feel if I delay entering the Shadow soon, I may loose my mind. Our once proud titles and deeds are forfeit. Worse than ruined, I fear mobbed, some already dead. Any associated with me likely would have the same befall their own name soon enough."</strong><br/><br/>Lryera Oraldin then removed a wooden egg from a fold in her robes and pressed it into the bards hand.<br/><strong><br/>"I made two of these before I felt our estates, one i need myself but one perhaps could aid you if you need it. After holding it for a few hours, any time you then toss it to strike a surface hard, it will become a wooden bird which pecks at the soft tissues of those seeking you ill will for a few moments before returning to your hand and resuming its egg form. It unlikely will do them much damage but it could distract them long enough to give you time to run. Regardless of your path, if you wish to keep this egg know it may save your life. Unless of course if you beleive all I create is tained by their nature, I certainly hope that isn't true. I have no way of really knowing. Some aspects about our craft are a mystery even to us. I don't know any more, and I don't know what is true anymore. I'm scared, confused, Rain, I'm running for my life."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"One of such high standing as yourself shouldn't risk being involved with me, for you have everything to loose and nothing to gain. I could supply you with enchanted items or profits from them, but with such audiences you attract I doubt you need it. And what I am proposing its a lot more dangerous, and may ruin what standing you have with anyone of high social influence. There is always more thorough ways to be alone, and more alone, and hollowly I am offering that to you in the hope you may save me from loosing my sanity. I don't expect you to accept my offer, none with any sense would but I am scared. I need to leave here but alone I will perish, I am not a woman of the world, certainly not as much enough to escape my perils in it now. Not without help"<br/></strong>