Ryn and The Misadventures of her Rather Large Mediocre Hat; Magic Strainer, Part 12; Electrictwelvegaloo!

[Ryn]

Strainer in hand; Ryn skips down to the psychic circle. She’s armourclad, and the metal plates of her blackened armour loudly clack and crash against eachother as she’s skipping.

Ryn takes a seat by the circle. it’s warm out, and barring the occasional scraping of her bracers against her pauldrons as she sifts and scoops; it’s relatively quiet.

50 minutes, a 5 point star, and an 8 state donation later, getting up is a little bit harder than it usually is. Carrying 30 more pounds than what they usually do, her joints creek as she stands up and prepares to head back to the inn.

She places the strainer upon her head like the large mediocre hat that it is, and begins the trek back to town. She rewards herself for her efforts with a short catnap in the inn<3