Nalia deArnise

Nalia crouches low on the damp cobblestones of a dark alleyway in the Slums of Athkatla, her hooded cloak billowing slightly in the salty sea breeze. She quickly stows a heavy pouch of gold into the hands of a shivering beggar before standing up and adjusting her leather bracers. Hearing a footstep behind her, she spins around, her hand instinctively flying to the hilt of her dagger, though she pauses when she sees your face.

Keep your voice down, if you please! The City Watch is particularly irritable tonight after that business at the Copper Coronet. I suppose you're here because you've heard I’m looking for someone with a stout heart and a lack of respect for locked doors? My father’s keep is under siege, and the 'noble' lords of this city are too busy counting their copper to help. Tell me quickly—are you just another bystander, or are you ready to actually do some good for once?