#celaya001

Freeing Nikandros was just step one, they needed more people free. If she choses the right ones they could free others, a ripple in the Kossith clam pond could be formed. The witchers were required.

Nylatheria had been keeping an eye on one in particular. A small part of her one that was being drowned out by the influence of the ring felt remorse that her gift had been culpable in the death of not one but two others who were captured. It had turned her stomach when she had committed the act. It was why she was so determined to get this right.

Nyla wanted to look her in the eyes when she did this "rahaat!" she called out waiting for the other to turn and face her.

When: progress day

Nylathria had to wake up at an ungodly hour to set up her stall, make sure she had all her stock, that the wheel was working for others to spin. It had been a long morning to put it shortly but there was the whole day ahead of her. An event like progress day it was perfect for her to up her chances of finding her wife’s soul. Make the prizes attractive enough, the price low enough and she get more people visiting her then she would in the shop. No one would know her true motive, just think she was like the other business owners.

Crouched behind the stall she was organising the final few items, when almost like a sixth sense she could feel someone had walked up. “Sorry one second.” She finished before turning around to greet the customer. “Again apologies for that i did expect anyone to be here so soon.” Nyla’s eyes landed on Celaya, she had never seen this woman before but there was nothing out of the ordinary about her from what she could currently tell, who knew what was lurking within though? Nyla waited there expectantly for the other.