Lysa stared at Bram, unmoving as she mulled over his answer. The tension in the air was so thick that nobody dared move a muscle. The sounds of celebration had all but faded now, leaving only the soft crackling of the nearby fire to fill the air. As the embers popped and floated through the dry canyon, she smiled. A soft chuckle at first, followed by a surprisingly feminine laugh for a bandit queen.<br/><br/>"Well, he doesn't seem like he's from there," Lysa concluded, still keeping a watchful eye on Bram. She had known that from the start. People from the temple had a different aura about them. This man had a different feel, a different smell about him. Bram's reply got her thinking, and before long, she had settled back on her seat by the fire.<br/><br/>"Come, sit."<br/><br/>She motioned for some fresh meat and ale, and Bram would find himself with roasted pork and a large jug of the alcohol shoved into his lap.<br/><br/>"You're not from here, traveler," Lysa began, beginning to explain something. "From the looks of things, you don't know what's going on here. That makes you the perfect man for this job."<br/><br/>Lysa took a sip of her own drink.<br/><br/>"You see, our ship here is stuck." She gestured to the colossus of a vessel behind her. "Our manadrive's out of juice, and we're gonna need a bit of Manyte to get it started again. You ever heard of Manyte?"<br/><br/>She smiled.<br/><br/>"'course not. Anyway, it looks like a blue rock. And the place you can get some," Lysa looked into the distance. "is Soulspire Temple."<br/><br/>Lysa waited for a few moments, letting the information sink in. Before long, she began to speak again.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately for us, we can't get in. Not holy enough, or something. It's guarded by the Temple Guardian Althea, huge bitch. Anyway, with you looking like you do, you can. Get us some manyte, and I'll make it worth your while."