Raheryin waited before responding, letting himself feel the calming effect of the brandy the stranger had given him. Trying to collect his breath, he closed his eyes and tried to reflect on the situation that had just occured. It had happened extremely fast and Raheryin almost believed it not to be true. Only now was the full realization of the sudden turn of events beginning to sink in. Opening his eyes, Raheryin looked around his surroundings, finally bringing his gaze fully towards the stranger who had saved his life. An oddity, his appearance was perhaps a step below the average commoner. However, Raheryin knew from growing up in the Borderlands that the most dangerous men were the ones who isolated themselves from society. This stranger seemed to apply to that case. "One could say that I have something of his. Information is a deadly object to possess." The vivid gaze that met Raheryin's eyes never wavered, the silence grew giving Raheryin the chills. The sudden feeling that Raheryin was being judged more than being helped grew stronger by the passing moment. Deciding to break the uncomfortable silence, Raheryin carried on with his explanation. "My name is Master Raheryin Mendaric. I was employed to the Lord Urayio, who dwells to the north of us. I have been employed there for the last three months, earning my wage by helping him increase in presense and significance among the other houses. My occupation is simple, but carries it's unique dangers. Not to long ago, I came across very solid evidence that made me question my employer's actions. He had been recieving mysterous visitors during the nights, yet would not take me into his confidence as to what these gatherings pertained too. After some personal investigation, and I confess, spying, it was not hard to come to a conclusion." Raheryin fell silent, and once again the quiet atmosphere was filled with tension. However, the stranger broke the fragile night air with a question Raheryin feared he would ask. "What was your conclusion?" Raheryin took a long gulp of the brandy, trying to tame his rigid nerves. It was a common motive of Raheryin to refrain from telling the complete truth. However, having tried to leave things out evidently did not work well with this stranger. Raheryin did not place that much faith in his chances of escaping death a second time this night. "He's a Darkfriend."