K'ryn made her way to the Abbey. This place would provide some protection should the one she sought to deal with attempt to harm her. She wasn't exactly stupid and she had spent enough time first in Mord'Syth's company and then Andrew's, to take precautions. She didn't have long to wait. The daemon appeared before her. "This is the one we were sent for," game the gutteral voice. K'ryn simply stood there for a moment, for some reason she wasn't exactly surprised by her escort. "We must hurry and leave this holy place," the daemon urged her as it conjured the gate that would take her to her meeting place. Shrugging, K'ryn entered the gate. On reaching their destination, K'ryn was instructed to wait on the second floor of the small tower.

Again, she was not kept waiting long before the Shadow arrived. Formalites exchanged, K'ryn laid her bargain out for him. "I have information you want, you have the power to deliver what I want."

"What is it you want?" The Shadow asked.

"I want Andrew Do'Kora delivered to me."

"Who?" The Shadow asked, though K'ryn believed he knew exactly who Andrew was.

"He is the lich's..lackey," how she hated associating that term with Andrew, but it was the truth.

"I have the power to get him...but I think I want him alive," the Shadow murmured.

"I don't want him dead, I want him delivered to me alive. Bring him to me and I will give you the information you wish."

The deal made, K'ryn did not linger. Murmuring the words of power, she recalled from the small tower. Now all she had to do was wait.