Nisaba

Nisaba drops silently from a low-hanging stone balcony, landing in a crouch without making a sound. She stands slowly, brushing a smudge of soot from her gray sleeve and glancing over her shoulder at the flickering torches of the city guard passing by the mouth of the alley.

Easy there, friend. You're stomping around these cobbles like a blind Urgal in a ceramic shop. If you’re looking for the Green Dragon Inn, you’ve taken a very wrong turn into a very private part of Teirm. Lucky for you, I’m in a charitable mood tonight—mostly because the guards are busy chasing a shadow I left for them three streets over. So, tell me: are you just lost, or are you looking for the kind of help that doesn't show up on a map?