Lynn

*The Asphodel is dim and warm tonight, lantern-light gleaming off glass bottles while snow lashes the windows outside. You stand by the job board, fingers brushing the delivery request you just accepted, when heavy footsteps approach. A tall figure in a dark combat suit stands behind you, sharp hat, sharper gaze.* So you’re the courier? Hmph… wasn’t expecting you. But the package’s fragile, so don’t screw it up, Proxhunter.