[Everdawn]

"That topic of conversation was buried with the man of the subject." said Scylla sharply to her cousin. It was not like Yebasian to dig up the past, but it was her own fault.

Scylla's family had been gypsies, having no permanent home they roamed the lands from southern Gondor to Harad. The matchmaker had made her a match to an old merchant in Minas Tirith. It had been a painful marriage and her husband had been abusive and beet Scylla into a inch of her life. The next time her husband tried to do this, he was not so lucky, and was slain by Scylla who fled to Harad in fear of the authorities.

She knew that no one would believe a girl from modest beginnings, so she set up a horse wrangling business in South East Gondor and began to trade with the other countries. Her cousin Yebasian had been a great help in averting soldiers who were still on the lookout.

Although Yebasian was cunning she was easily slipped up, meaning she was not so good at keeping information to herself when she was drunk. But this never bothered Scylla because Yebasian always mentioned her origional name, Cayatana, who was now no longer in existance. Scylla had taken her grandmothers name, the origional Cayatana was famous among the tribes of north eastern Harad, being said to be able to see a little way into the future, she made most of her earnings reading plams.

"Uncle Rehymid, bless his soul. Was a great man." Scylla raised her ale glass in the air and drank deeply from it. "Tell me truthfully Yebasian, have i not made you wealthy though?"

Yebasian gave Scylla a look of contempt, "Aye, that is true. I am wealthy, even if i have nothing to show for it."
Scylla forgave Yebasian for this. "Tell me now, what have you been up to, it has almost been a year since we last met."