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  1. Alyra was usually open minded, but she felt a slight unrest over Euleria’s strange circumstances. Still it was quite fascinating, but she didn’t know this person very well and refrained from asking any question just in case she would strike a nerve. She spotted the others coming down the stairs over Euleria’s shoulder and was instantly rather intrigued by the bulky Ossus. His appearance told of a stern and somber feeling resting over him.
  2. Alyra had hung the wet pelage of a small iron hook near the entrance. She was now wearing some very simple green and white clothing that looked somewhat peasant like, though they were very clean. She still had her backpack as well as her bow and quiver on her back, and a belt around her waist with her small jagged bone knife fixed to it. The warm gleam of fire reflected through her amber eyes as she scouted the room, it seemed like her kind of establishment, calm and somewhat homely. As she was approached by Lurvas she met his welcoming act with a friendly expression. "Appreciate it." she said to Lurvas with a mellow tone. When the elf approached them her slight smile remained, although she felt rather perplexed about the person in front of her and her seeming unwillingness to speak. "Well it's nice meeting you, Euleria.".
  3. Alyra slowly led the horse into the stables, and gave it a few gentle pats on its muscular back. She looked out into the still night, she usually had a hard time getting tired and slept relatively little. She'd always found the nights to be a very enjoyable time to just sit around and think, whether she was alone or not. With a deep breath of the chilly air she left the stable and fallowed Wemond into the amber light of homely warmth. As she entered she removed her hood and her still dry hair unfurled into long gloomy stretches covering her back.
  4. They rid through the night with the distinct sounds of hardened hooves splasing through the mud and soddy water. Alyra's hood and pelt had become soggy as the thick patches of fur clogged together, but luckily they were waterproof. The passed by a few poor souls unable to hide from the rain, travelers and merchants dauntingly walked down the dirt road. That was a situation she'd found herself in far too many times.
  5. The roof of the stable was old and covered in layers of splintered wood, but it remained dry in the moist weather. Alyra approached the horse, it was a rather large mare with a rough burnt umber pelt. She gently let it's flowing mane run between her fingers as she looked at the animal with wide eyes. It had a few blemishes and various markings on it's powerful legs, it was a horse that certainly had seen a lot of life. With a hefty push on the pedal hanging off the weathered saddles side she mounted the gritfuly gracious mare. It was apparent it was an experienced horse as she could already feel it getting anxious to ride forth. In a strange manner it reminded her of herself, but unlike the horse it'd been awhile since she'd last ridden...
  6. As they exited into the somber gloom of night Alyra looked up at the ivory black sky dotted by stars. The tickle of rain prickeled her face and with a sweeping motion she put on a droopy hood matching her fluffy robe. The road had gotten even more grotty, but her willowy leather boots protected her from the grimy boglike substance. She would often walk around barefoot, not only to harden her feet but there was a strange sensation of being closer to everything around her. But she had to uphold her manners considering her company after all.
  7. As confirmation that she was in on the hunt Alyra's lean hand came into view and briefly shook Garth's hand.
  8. Alyra slowly nodded with a slightly strained and perplexed look as they explained the situation. She was a hell of a good tracker but she could never really wrap her head around politics.
  9. What was there to introduce? For the longest time Alyra had walked around the world with nothing but her name. She had no formal education, no real place to call home and she didn't really know that many other people. To most this would add up to a rather dull and somewhat depressing life, but she enjoyed it to it's fullest extent. She never worried, there were no chores or stress, she'd even slept under a bridge the night before. But it was clear that the man wanted answers imminently. "My name is Alyra Endove. I'm a simple nomad, but wandering without a goal becomes stale after doing it for too long eh. I don't want anything out of this, I just want to assist. I hope that's enough to ensure you that i'm trustworthy." she said with a mellow tone, looking her interrogator straight in the eyes.
  10. Alyra followed Arnnas through the crammed room, a few intoxicated men stumbled joyfully behind her leaving a trail of spilled ale behind them. Alyra was barely able to sit down in the last seat because of the very long spruce colored bow strapped to her back. She let Arnnas handle the talking and remained silent but attentive.
  11. "Miss... heh." That was a title she hadn't been addressed by for a long while. Alyra leaned to her side to scout out said "friends". They sat on the other side of the room, looking a tad ominous and secretive. Her eyes followed the waiter as he left, before returning to Amnas who had just stepped away. Alyra gently shoved the cup inwards with the tips of her fingers before walking up to Amnas, "After you.".
  12. Alyra unraveled the folded letter holding it between two of her fingers. As she put it back in under the fur she looked around the flame lit loom. "I assume you know as little as me concerning who we're here to meet?", both her look and tone remained dull and somewhat discrete. She was a bit surprised by the man's concern as most people seemed occupied with company and alcohol, nor did he really look like the worrying type at first glance.
  13. The woman set a wooden cup on the sleek counter and its crimson content gulped. "Alyra, Endove." Alyra said with a dull tone to her otherwise mellow voice. She picked up the cup and took a small sip, then looked at the wine with disappointment in her eyes, "Sweet...".
  14. As the man walked further into the inn Alyra followed discreetly. When he stopped at the bar counter she leaned back on one of the wooden beams cutting through the building. She removed the pipe from her mouth and began rubbing it with a small piece of cloth, returning the old piece of wood to a pristine state. Her Sharp ears homed in on the puzzling man, she found herself intrigued and with a luring suspicion that he was here for the same reason as her. Her suspicions were only but more confirmed when he mentioned a meeting. With a swift motion her pipe smoothly glided down one of her pockets and she calmly walked over to the counter assuming position next to the man. Alyra looked over to the bartender, "Wine, rough." she assertively said. Her attention was once again turned towards the man next to her, "A meeting, eh?".
  15. Alyra patiently walked down the grimy road, whiffing of her ambitiously crafted long wooden pipe. A frizzy pelage engulfed her and her compact yet hefty backpack weighed down her shoulders on which her warm lamp black hair rested on. She was now facing the entrance of a large inn, it's tinted windows emanated with a homely gleam. As she stood some distance away from the building a somewhat enigmatic figure approached the entrance, seemingly hiding something before entering. One of Alyra’s gentle hands emerged from her armless robe, with a letter. She looked down at the blonde paper as she took a deep gust of her elven spices. At first she didn't know if she wanted to come there, but something drew her towards the idea of being invited to something as it didn't happen often. She continued towards the weathered plank door. As she with a bit of a hick opened the sturdy door she was met by a warm embrace. She carefully closed the door behind her, and her attention darted towards the mysterious magelike man now only steps ahead of her.