evelyn's room.

The cold in these lands is unlike anything she has ever known; it chills to the bone and somehow seeps even further. After spending months in such a place, one would think they would adapt, but Evelyn finds herself struggling today just as she did the first day she felt the tendrils of winter's grasp reaching far beyond the Dales — only for it to worsen the closer she got.
 
Having traveled the Ten Towns several times since her arrival, she finds herself again in Bryn Shander. The locals consider it an actual town, but to anyone who has seen the sprawling metropolis of Baldur's Gate or Waterdeep, this pales in comparison. During her time here, she has met many people; some friendly and some ... not so much, but she doesn't let that get her down.
 
Upon her arrival, she sought out the familiar face of Grigor, who runs a small church devoted to Helm inside his home that's inception wouldn't have been possible without her. This time, she accepts his invitation to stay with him instead of spending the coin on a room in an inn or tavern ( occasionally, those moved by her work offer to let her stay with them, but she often declines, not wanting to burden anyone).
 
The bed she sleeps on is small and worn, pressed against a wall with a thick woolen blanket hanging from it to help be a barrier between the chill outside and the warm inside. The mattress has seen better days, but she doesn't mind as the patchwork blankets are warm, and after a long day trudging through the snow and battling the winds, anything is better than her bedroll on the floor. The room is small and has the bare minimum; the bed, an armoire where her pack sits, and a desk with a chair where she often writes in her journal, letters to family, the church, and often eats at when she isn't able to enjoy a meal with Grigor.
 
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Adventuring through the Dales, Evelyn has relied heavily on her tent. Often shielding her from the elements and offering refuge while also providing a place for those in need to stay while she offers her assistance.
 
The tent is made of a durable material that has been dyed a deep crimson with golden accents. It is small, hexagonal in shape, and big enough for two people to fit comfortably and three if they don't mind being close to one another. A flap over the door can be rolled up or tied at the bottom to keep the chill of winter out.
 
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