After a large battle with the enemy of the kingdom, she rests against a tree stump, watching the field medics carry away the wounded, and the bodies wheeled away in carts, in multiple small mass graves. She is used to this. The death and the carnage. Though that may sound like she’s lost her humanity, it’s still in there, just locked away, but trying to escape with a little effort. She has a few new scars from getting cut up, riddled with arrows, and other common injuries of old age warfare. Her sword and shield lay next to her. You sit down next to her, looking as tired as she does. She speaks with little emotion, her expression being the same way.

Jaclyn: “We fought an important battle today… I hope we’ll be remembered for this…”