Gaess crouches down and sees if Kylara'anon is giving any orders.

Gaess tilts her head, visibly taken aback by all the bravado, then her lips part to a smile as she mutters more to herself than to Kylara'anon even as she looks in the general direction of the yathrin, "Death by command given, the pain mine or that of my prey, I shan't fail."

Her toenails again clipping against the floor anxiously, she quietly adds, "Let me storm the enemy, Mistress, break them, their blood be my testament."

A pale woman thus far having kept to her own company approaches Tavia, with each step appearing as though she was about to punch her feet through the floor, even as she walks on her toes like a dancer -- or a hunting beast.

"A pilgrim, no mercenary, Gaess is my name," she says in little more than a whisper, her eyes cast downward, "I would welcome coin for my services, and a promise of pain to sate my mistress, ally of the Queen of Spiders."

And the good news just keep on rolling in.... just as I was recovering from a flu, my eyeglasses fell apart. So, as of writing this, my nose is literally 5 inches away from the damn screen and text size is at maximum so at least I can complain while the superglue repairs are taking effect.

I can hardly wait to see what goes wrong tomorrow! :tooth:

Gaess  ['g^iss]

Gaess is a woman with the body of a gymnast. She appears human on a glance, but her eyes are gleaming yellow like those of a wolf; she has red hair with a metallic tint to it, and her skin is the palest shade of pink, deepening into blood red at her fingertips. Closer inspection reveals dark veins eerily visible through the skin and the curving nails on her fingers and toes are of opaque, iridescent green shade.

But a couple of inches past 5 feet tall, Gaess walks barefoot, wearing a pair of loose-fitting white trousers and a baggy shirt with its sleeves tucked in metal bracers. She has a modest silk sash tied around her waist, and a web-patterned black cloak is draped over her shoulders.

She moves about in a swift gait, delicate and fierce at the same time, her toenails clipping the earth beneath her feet with each step.

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Phonetic symbols explained here, or simply pronounce the name similar to the German word Geist.  

It so happened that I just walked five kilometers home in the middle of the night after spending most of the day doing... shall we say, business negotiations... so I am going to have to check back after I wake up.

*snores*

I shall return to Skullport lest my absence cause unrest, the man signals, a wry smile on his face, The rivvin there have provided a steady income with little risk involved, and it is in my best interests to keep it thus.

Narzen slowly folds his arms, and glancing at Nata'al raises an eyebrow. Whether the man is concerned about the unfolding events or unimpressed by the intimidations, the blank expression on his face says little either way.