<strong>Seyaln</strong><br/><br/>She ran her hands over the lute, playing out a few tunes as she strode through the streets. She was feeling much better, a writ of release in her back, all her goods returned. Well most of them, apparently her winnings against Lord Lelynn were still confiscated. She sighed, it wasn't fair. She hadn't been cheating, and the old drunkard was a terrible gambler. Who apparently couldn't tell the difference between a Six and Nine on 'Cripple Mr. Onion.'<br/><br/>She walked up to the pier to consider her next move. Banned by the guard from gambling for half a year.<br/><br/>"Bloody unfair." She grumbled.