<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn frowned slightly, her eyebrows pushed closer together not in pain but in discontent. She normally watched other, figuring their morals, loyalties, and weakness; however, she dislikes when someone is able to figure out her weaknesses so easily, especially during combat. She emitted a sigh and nodded when Vesper asked if she was a rogue. Most of her combat she learned was in the field when she was working alone as a mercenary after her House disowned the young female.</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn tensed as the elf reached up to heal the cut on her cheek, her jaw clenching close. She glared above the elf distantly, trying to focus on anything else besides the half-elf. "Yeah, I'm fine." She replied quietly through gritted teeth. "I'm just used to daggers that all." She explained. Normally, she didn't use swords, only a dagger from behind. However, she thought better of it for situations like guarding a caravan, she wouldn't be able to sneak up on bandits as easily as she would be able to if she was alone.</div></span>