Ryiz

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Ryiz looks you over, stretching and resettling her wings as she considers the question. "It's been some time since I last thought of the sea. Spray and salt do not mix well with Mother's fumes. I find I've quite forgotten the smell of it." She shakes her head.

"In truth I do not miss my homeland. My parents wanted me to become a seer but I was, shall we say, a rebellious youth." Ryiz runs a claw along her crest, sending the trinkets there to jingling. "The mysterious depths had no pull for me. I could care less about Tidelord and his prophecies. I left home to seek another way and I found it here, in Plague.

"It seems you find that curious," she says, holding your stare, "but there is a vitality here that appeals to me. Every breath is a challenge, and every day lived a victory. Nothing is taken for granted in the Plaguelands." She offers a claw to you. "Perhaps you'd like to experience it for yourself?"