[[Nyssalvia]]

            “I was doing my job, nothing personal,” came a man’s voice. “It is how I earn a living, Lady Nyssa. My mistake was that the person who hired me told you. Had I known that wasn’t the case, I would have handled things differently.” He then paused, “Poison is an assassin’s err choice often.”

            Eliad blinked as he stopped to see the commotion as Iriul stood by the post.

            Eliad walked back into the inn. He seemed to be rather tired and…worn…and sore…from the small fight he had with Aleixo. He winced as he walked to the fireplace. In the corner of his eye, he saw Nyssalvia and Iriul at the small stairs. Nyssalvia blinked at Eliad before beckoning him over.

            “That far west might not be a good idea…,” said Iriul. “Who loves silver more than them, eh?”