<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ac/63/10/ac6310fe3114d8ce1653dc6348ca389e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Ranna Walstad</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491862)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Magnimar: Fogwall Court.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ranna watches the two roam off seeking a mount before shrugging and turning her attention to the two armor clad figures that stomp past completely ignoring Lutsag. As the conversation turned towards the two knights her lips twist in a frown that only grows before she shakes her head and moves towards the wagon. "And that is why I dislike the walls of cities. Prisons as much as shelter." She gives herself a quick pat down to ensure everything is strapped tight before tilting her head in the direction the knights went. "This many souls and the laws stop being about what is best for the whole. And the punishments grow extreme. A hand for theft? How is the child supposed to work or hunt?"