Kyria walks down the stone walkway of the castle, lost in thought as she passes by some fellow guards. Her boots sound loud against the stone and her large black blade hangs heavy at her side. Father is getting worse, she thinks. I have to do something. I can get some leave from my duties but... will I be able to succeed alone?
The late morning sun is bright, but not too hot yet. She enters the walkway crossing the courtyard, seeing you by the fountain. Wait...
Kyria gives a small wave as she approaches. "you, do you have a moment?" She gives a quick look around, somewhat relieved that the two of them are alone. Her troubles in the guard lately have made her wary.
Kyria looks at you intently, the weight of her troubles plain upon her face. "you, I know I've told you about my father, how he's gotten sick." Her eyes close momentarily before focusing on them again, her intense nature shining through. "The healers say that his disease can be cured from the blood of a shapeshifter. I've talked to all my contacts and I believe there is a shapeshifter living here in Al'Anfa."
She places a hand on you's arm. "You're the only one I can turn to. Will you help me find this shapeshifter? I know it's a lot to ask, but I... I need to do this. I need to help him."
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