<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/56/Nyssa.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">     Nyssa Starfire     </div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 11/11<br/>Spell Slot: [ ]<br/></div></div></div>When Aster talked her up, Nyssa grinned.  (At least, Nyssa<em>thought</em>it was Aster.  Sometimes he could be a bit strange.)  Dunman read over the contract, and Nyssa just kept on grinning.  "Just remember that when interns of Acquisitions Incorporated tell their tales about Cormyr, you want them to be talking about the Lonesome Tankard.  Practically every story I've<em>ever</em>heard from adventurers starts in a tavern, and if you want to make sure that the interns pick your place above any of the others, this is the best way."<br/><br/>A gentle shrug made a gentle creak in the makeshift plates of armor that she wore instead of a full outfit.  "Besides, right now, it's just us giving you advertising with everything, and we can stay here every night we're in town.  Otherwise, we're apt to check out your competition and give them the same opportunity you're getting right now."<br/><br/>After handing over the contract, she noticed the mail and bunch of scrolls, picking up and signing the Documancer scroll without much of any thought.  Her handwriting had changed pretty drastically since the "incident" that gave her her abilities, but practically everyone agreed that it said Nyssa Starfire.  Only one person had ever claimed that it looked like the silent screaming cry of the ever-widening abyss, and that person had been high on supershrooms anyway, so what did he know?<br/><br/>She put on one of the lapel pins, then asked the table, "So, who's up for checking the Halls after we finish eating?"