<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn had her focus divided between Lord Briarwood's tent and occasionally, mirthfully watching Vesper fight to stay warm as the temperature continued to lower. Brynn was sitting down at a base of a tree beside the Lord's tent. She had her knees pulled to her chest slightly, her forearms resting lazily on her knees. The cold didn't bother her much, it was much warmer compared to the region she was from. The crisp air that nipped at any exposed skin only sent bitter reminders of her prior life instead of chills. She snorted in amusement, watching the elf go around in circles.</div></span>