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"Sadly I don't know anyone like that. Neither of us do." The reaper, once a shieldmaiden, lied easily. Easier than she would've thought she could mere months ago.

As for his question to Whrist...
Nyra had already given her name. She couldn't take that back without sounding off.
But for Whrist, the same couldn't be said just yet. 
Turning to the shadow briefly, Nyra could only hope the shade used an alias. It passed in her eyes in thinnest brief moment.

Though they knew not who Ciaran truly was, the Harbinger began to mentally itch with possibilities.
Had this wolf heard of the Saints?
Would he become aggressive if he knew she and Whrist were members? 
While yes, they could take him if he attacked, Nyra wanted to wait a bit longer if she could before she resorted to violence.