Meet him at the amphitheater. That was the plan. However, Kiht Jakkya waited and waited. Pyralis never showed. She was already irritated that the damn diurnal Hyur choose the afternoon for the meeting. She would normally be sleeping by that time. But, it was odd for him to not show up when he said he would be somewhere. Kiht knew Pyralis had issues with bravery, but she didn't think he was impolite. Something was amiss.

Kiht activated her linkpearl. "Pyralis, can you hear me? This is Kiht." She asked over the linkshell in an aggravated tone. It was the sixth time she had tried to contact him over the linkshell over the last bell. "If you can hear me, please respond in some way." Kiht said again while trying to suppress her tone that would otherwise betray her anger.

No response came. No response would ever come from Pyralis that day. Kiht waited until dusk; staring at the empty stage of Mih Khetto's amphitheater. She began to get worried. However, there was no reason to assume the worst yet. Maybe he had gotten drunk, and had fallen asleep. Maybe he was occupied with some intoxicated woman somewhere. If that was the case, Kiht would tie him to a post, and practice her archery on him.

However, that was not the case. Many days later, Kiht had tried countless times to contact Pyralis. He never answered. No one knew where he was, or where he had gone. He had disappeared without a trace.

Kiht was sad and frustrated. She had just helped Pyralis find his courage after many conversations with him. She had finally earned his trust. He was a new friend; someone who Kiht was happy to have in that dire time.

She began to consider the possibility that he had been killed or captured. The idea made her feel as if her soul had been emptied. Pyralis was so frightened about being hunted by assassins. He was so worried that his life was already over. Kiht had just managed to convince him that there was hope, but now, he is gone. Disappeared just like Vaudclairt. Kiht's deep sadness turned to anger then it turned to rage. The assassins targeted the person who was probably the most afraid. As if they were taunting the Exiles. They would pay! Kiht would make these Gods damned assassins wish they had never traveled so far South.