Neit's face flushed a deep grey-reddish Sienna color, through still spliced by the pure black blades of her decorated jowls. Receiving compliments from a superior, especially when she had barely done anything, made her feel even more suspicious, but she had to admit that Aryyna was quickly gaining a grasp on her imagination that she found it difficult of remove.
"T-thank you, Illharess!" Was the most complex phrase her mind could string together as she began to walk away. Still, she halted to return a pleasant smile, and leaned over at the chest with a rather coy motion. "I'll t-try n-not to make this meetin' a waste ofe your time. Goodbye for now."
Walking back out into the cold street air felt far too much like it had all been a dream. More than a single stray lavander-hue hair still remained on her clothes as evidence, but she had to remove them regardless, in fear of what the others might think.
Time to finally find a wizard and contact Hwesta.
When Neit tracked down Alsiif and Ryyna again she had already managed to get particularly drunk once more. That crushing, overwhelming fear had somehow worn off, and she was back to her old unfocused self again... more or less.
"Sidetracked, sorrizz. Ie gote sum toolse." A pair of hefty pliers were placed on the table, followed by a large bundle of needles, hooks, chains and other sinister impliments. "Talked to 'westa... We are goin' to Ulurei in Avenussz... You commin'?"