Alone

Perched in a windowsill of a dilapidated building in the most destroyed part of Baldur's Gate, Nym plays with a broken flute she'd found in the room as she gazes down at the empty street. The day is grey and rainy and a heavy mist chills the devastated city. Despite it being mid-afternoon, nothing living, aside from Nym, seems to be occupying this part of the city. She sighs heavily and leans back in the windowsill, bored. She listens to the creak of the damaged building as she turns the flute over in her hands. The building had been some sort of shop before the disaster with the shopkeeper and family living in the area Nym had claimed as her own for the time being. This area showed signs of heavy looting, and aside from a few blankets and other odds and ends, Nym hadn't found anything particularly interesting in the building. But it was away from the working harbor area and most people, so she found it an acceptable location. She looked into the room, her eyes passing idly over the broken shelves she was using for food storage, her sack of gold from her sewer adventure, and her makeshift bed. Her eyes finally came to rest on her pile of collected odds and ends. She noted the half a painted dish and empty candle holder thinking her collection was much like that of a raven. Anything shiny she brought to her nest. She smiled at this thought, testing the flute's musical ability. No good. It was broken beyond repair. She tossed it into her 'treasure' pile and took a small doll she'd found out from the pouch on her belt. She turned it over in her hands and tried to brush the dirt from its cloth skin. She brushed it's yarn hair out with her fingers the best she could, though the tips had been melted together by fire, so it was impossible to straighten. The doll had red hair, and smiled despite now having only one button eye and having its stuffing falling out from a tear in its leg. Nym hums a lulliby as she strokes the doll's hair and straightens its dirty burnt dress. She imagined herself finding the little girl whose doll this was and returning it to her. In her story, the girl cried and thanked her, happy to have her most precious doll back. Nym was distracted from her daydream when she heard a dog bark in the distance. Her brow furrowed as she wondered if the little girl was even still alive.

I wonder if the Sea Star is still at port... She said to herself. I guess it's worth checking again. She slipped off to the harbor to peek at the ships yet again, hoping her pursuers had finally left. They'd already been at Baldur's Gate over a week even though they were scheduled to have left after only a few days. She hoped it was because they hadn't been able to collect their cargo and not because they were still looking for her. She hugged the doll to her breast as she slipped into the shadows to hide herself from anyone who might be traveling these streets. She hoped the little girl was still alive and would someday reclaim her doll.