Prazik Wynn

As the rest of the patrons began to gravitate towards the fire, Prazik finished off the last of his meal and lifted his mug. Taking a sip, he watched the group in the center of the room over the lip of the tankard. It had been a long time since he had been around friendly company at night. Usually, if he had a companion at his fire when on a job, it was the thief he had been sent to retrieve.

Deciding that he might as well make the most of it while he could, the ranger stood quickly and headed over to join the others around the fire. Leaning on the wall a couple of feet away from the fireplace, Prazik nodded to the others and continued to sip from his mug. A half-buried memory reminded him to put a slight smile on his face so that he wouldn't seem churlish or dour. Hopefully, he could get used to living with other people again.