<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Brynn glanced up at Finny as she was titled Lord Briarwood's personal guard. She nodded, completely neglecting any form of a verbal response. Her arms dropped to her sides as she pushed herself upright with her foot that was prompted up against the wall. She was ready to head out, eager to prove herself to the group of couriers; however, she kept a neutral expression as she surveyed the group, mute.</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Seriously?</span> Ragnar thought with distaste, eyeing the silent female, Brynn. Out of two dozen or so couriers, Finny picked the new girl? Experience or not, shouldn't they have picked someone else? </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Ragnar impulsively went to speak out against Finny's decision before he immediately paused, thinking better than to question it, not wanting to get his pay cut. He bit his tongue with a low huff of annoyance.</span></div>