[The moment she sets foot in the cemetery, the sight of all those graves triggers a memory of axes and fire, poison, people gagging and moaning and collapsing. Bandits chortling with glee at the carnage they're happily foisting upon the Lorca tribe. It's all she can see, and somewhere in the madness her father's ashen face. A young girl, herself, trying to fight back as she's beaten by the men before they're slain. Father lifts her onto his horse, Mother is already dead. Live, Lyndis, you must live. You must survive. Then he's dead, everyone's dead except her and when she wakes up she's alone. Alone...
Lyn shakes her head and swallows hard, trying to force back the tears threatening to gather in her eyes. No. Focus, she thinks, you're on a mission. She turns to her comrades with a forced smile.]
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Lyn shakes her head and swallows hard, trying to force back the tears threatening to gather in her eyes. No. Focus, she thinks, you're on a mission. She turns to her comrades with a forced smile.]
Is everyone well?