Claery

LOOK AT THIS THING!!!! SHE LOOKS SO TINY ASDAHDSASUDHADIAISDSA

In a camp in Dunland.

She didn't expect to be a prisoner.  She thought it would be easy.  She thought it would be simple.  That's what the man who hired her made it sound.  Now she felt the aching pain in her joints and the stinging burn of the cuts across her body while her employer's body floats down the river in bits.  The rope that constrained her didn't help the pain.  They, along with the constricting omen of fear, made it hard for her to suck in deep breaths.

Kazuki crosses her arms and shakes her head, "You pay me to protect, not to sleep in an overly cramp tent. Besides, someone needs to stay outside and sit watch and well, that does fit into my job description." Roystan folds his arms, nodding as he concedes on the argument: "You call yourself protector, but how are to know what you say is truth?" He would flash a smile, playful for the first time in a long time. He gestures to Lorgorim: "Why not spar this Dwarf.

Claery, an ordinary and extraordinary Bree lass, Kindhearted and warm, with love for muffins, music and tea.

You will never see her drink anything else then tea, or behaving undecent, she mostly wears dresses, tad worn out, and there are always flowers in her hair, even in winter seasons.

Always so reasonable, mature and open to accept all with their flaws.

There is only one Claery.