These past few days since her exposure to maddening mold and being mind blasted have only left her in the mood for brainrotting. However its at the signs of any maddness fading that she'd finally resume her routine of working out and drinking wine by the rum cart. Though as the day's coming to an end, she usually liked to finish it off by sitting by fire, outside the mine entrance.
As she was currently doing so, she was adorned in her full plate with the sword on her back. Her hands cusped together, not minding the heat from the flames at all as the dread helm was pointed towards them. In silence, and maybe buzzed from previously consumed wine, she was relaxing for once.
|| @lyric geode ||