Lynn Charfoot [New]

[FrozenSolid]

Lynn Charfoot leaned her shoulder against the metal lamp post in Wharftown crossing her arms across her chest. It was raining and the droplets of water plinked quietly against Lynn's armor and helmet. The wick of the lamp burned brightly casting a warm orange glow against the growing fog and rain. On the horizon the sun had started to rise illuminating the grey ugly clouds that lumbered through the sky.

Lynn panned her helmet upward and watched the dismal clouds as they trudged across the sky. She sighed lightly and murmured to herself "Rain and more rain..." Lynn inhaled pouting quietly to herself. "And it smells like fish out here" she added, turning her helmed head towards the lamp post then proceeded to gently hit her helmed head against it.

The exile from Cordor was getting to her. Each time she considered it, a pit formed in her gut. She felt like she had been struck by a club and the sensation sickened her. Lynn felt alone in Wharftown like she might just disappear into the fog that crawled around her knees. She frowned, then wrapped an arm around the lamp post with the hope that it might rescue her from disappearing into oblivion of the fog.

Lynn huffed quietly to herself. "Three years" she thought then pushed a boot into the muddy ground. "Three years we fought for Cordor. Drow, bandits, gnolls, kobolds, necromancers... Three years of service and I have been exiled for defamation" Lynn's jaw clenched. She had started to work herself up. Lynn released a long steady breath as she held onto her lamp post. "It'll be okay." she thought. Lynn rested her helmed head against the lamp post. Standing quietly in the rain to watch the sun rise.