<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Brynn was one of the first few to wake up in the morning. Dressed in just a black tunic and matching leggings, she immediately went to her horse, running her hand down the mare's muzzle in repetitive and soothing motions. She sighed peacefully, resting her head against the horse's briefly before she went about her morning chores and armouring up.</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">The glance of the half-elf caught her attention. Still puzzled about the night prior at the fire, she only nodded in her direction before heading off to break her fasting. 'Intriguing one, that Vesper is.." She whispered under her breath as she received some oatmeal from the company's cook. She headed back towards the ashy remains of the campfire, sitting down by the ruins and began to eat her oatmeal with a silent content.</span></div>