Cynnamon Crane
Character
Spinning the glass in her hand Cynna sighed before taking a sip of the hard ale. Cynna wasn't a drinker normally but after the type of day that she had she needed something. Her job was something that she both loved and hated and on this particular day it was something that she hated. She hated when there was nothing she could do for someone but make them comfortable or despite her best efforts they still died. Even though the woman had been doing this for years now every time someone died on her watch she took it to heart. She was better than this, losing two good people like this was unacceptable.
Finishing the glass she placed it on the table and motioned over the bartender for another glass. Doctor Lore really wanted the whole bottle but that would be overdoing it for now at least. The night was still too young for that right now but by the end of the night she was sure that she would have one. Tonight was a night for drinking all of her cares away.
Finishing the glass she placed it on the table and motioned over the bartender for another glass. Doctor Lore really wanted the whole bottle but that would be overdoing it for now at least. The night was still too young for that right now but by the end of the night she was sure that she would have one. Tonight was a night for drinking all of her cares away.