<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Ophelia_argentus.png)</div><strong>Ayala</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Refugee Camp outside Kamthahar<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Wei and Band, Mysterious Stranger<br/><hr/>"This place is rank with desperation, deprivation and despair," Ayala said, puzzled at Wei's continued insistence on their situation being precarious, "who here would have anything to do with the official or the respectable? Even if they were to eavesdrop, who here would report us and not be thrown out or executed as a liar?"<br/><br/>"Mistress," Ebere said, coughing lightly into her sleeve, "did you not once keep informants among the desperate, the deprived and the despairing? You should assume that your enemies will do likewise."<br/><br/>"That was..." the witch grimaced. "That was different. I looked after them. What do these Prasadi care for their lost and broken?"<br/><br/>A pointed look from her companion that said, 'that's quite an assumption you're making,' and the witch sighed, returning to Wei. "Fine, fine, I can be discreet when it suits me."