It was a hard decision Freywind had come to. With the death of her father, she had little to keep her in the village. Having been seen as little more than an amusement by many of the clan made her feel like she had no real ties here. Her eyes teared up as she packed her bag thinking back to the pyre that had consumed her father's body.<br/><br/>Freywind Broketusk, the last of her line, that's who she was now. Wiping her tears she stood and shouldered her bag, looking around one last time.<br/><br/>((Rolled nat 18))