Evangeline rolls out of bed, her muscles and joints protesting, as they had often of late. Her body had been changing, though subtle over the last few weeks. The training and exercises adding a certain wiry strength to her slim limbs. She thought for a moment of those responsible.
Ser Orrin, the Dragoon, who had been teaching her methods of self control and inner strength she had mocked in the past.
Lady W'seckhi, mercenary soldier, who had been training her body, giving her the strength and endurance to continue.
However her original teacher had been suspiciously absent of late, not surprising, given his wandering lifestyle. Still, this morning, like most others, she strapped on her arms and armor, before heading out into the misty morning, hoping to meet Gharen once more.
Ser Orrin, the Dragoon, who had been teaching her methods of self control and inner strength she had mocked in the past.
Lady W'seckhi, mercenary soldier, who had been training her body, giving her the strength and endurance to continue.
However her original teacher had been suspiciously absent of late, not surprising, given his wandering lifestyle. Still, this morning, like most others, she strapped on her arms and armor, before heading out into the misty morning, hoping to meet Gharen once more.
