Rhyss is a short, slender woman from a Shadow called Varim, a quiet world where farmers and shopkeepers are the majority of the population. Her fair skin and small features are set off by her long curly midnight black hair, and her curious green eyes are always watching, taking everything in without much comment, thus she can be easily overlooked in a room. She moves quickly through the streets of Amber, always with purpose to her movement, wearing long dark dresses which brush her ankles lightly. She carries a large forest green velvet pouch slung over her shoulder from which many objects appear without warning. Often seen to be carrying large volumes with strange writing on the spines, Rhyss usually pores over them while eating her small meals at the White Rose Inn, where she rents rooms. Strange odors emanate from underneath her doors, but no one complains, for she is friendly enough to all who with whom she speaks. However, she does not appear to have any close friends, but instead is constantly seen studying her books and papers, or in deep discussion with her elders.

Known/Suspected Abilities
Some sort of White Pattern, Power Words, Some Degree of Trump Artistry, Sorcery. Like the Sphynx, she's Terribly Mysterious. Following that logic, she may be able to cut guns in half with her mind. She also seems to be able to pierce through illusions.

Scorecard

• Found herself immediately an unexpectedly plunged into the events of the game.
• Seems to actually trust Lore.
• Became enmeshed in the Land of the Milk-Fed Boys.

Current Status
Reese withdrew from active involvement with the affairs of Amber after the resolution of the Oleai war. Always more involved with her studies than current events, she has withdrawn to Tir to further investigate her origins.

Journals (Dreaming in the Real)

• Part One - Rhyss discovers there is a rather large world out there, and whatever he may say, it does not revolve around Lore.
• Part One - Rhyss ponders alliances old and new.