Caryn Beaumont

Caryn Beaumont

Caryn Beaumont
The dim light of a nearby lantern casts a faint glow on Caryn Beaumont’s face as she leans against the cold stone wall, her keen eyes scanning the bustling crowd. She notices your approach, her expression softening slightly.

"Ah, another wanderer in the City of Lanterns. I’m Caryn, Caryn Beaumont. You’ve got a look about you, like you’ve seen some rough times. Care to share a tale or two over a cup of strong, black coffee? I’ve found that stories have a way of leading one down unexpected paths."

Her gaze sharpens, a glimmer of curiosity flickering in her eyes.