The thunder storm of tonight reminds you of that ungodly evening, hell raining down from the sky in the form of electrical mayhem. The ground shook beneath your feet as you gathered your belongings to save your skin, hovels burning as you ran with the rain whipping your face and eyes. Thankfully you didn't have to run for too long, considering the folk outside that gave your town that funny human name, were about a half a days trip from your once cozy little community. You have been living in Rockdrift for a few months now, settling in quite nicely indeed. Apró, your tongue sours on this night, knowing that many of the gnomes you once lived with share your sadness tonight, though none you personally know seem to have turned up in this large strange town. To you, it's also a little confusing why they call it Rockdrift, considering it seems a little woodsy rather than rocky. The screams of an unhappy child bring you back to the present, remembering that you forgot to lull little Edward Ramsal to sleep, just like Isabella had asked you. The coin is good, the bedding is warm and the food keeps you fat, happy and your mind off the paw, so you prbably doon't mind much. However, tonight, you just want to be left alone.
The rest of you may describe what you are up to on this lonesome and dreary night. Jade, i'm not sure what your character's name is (Hi would be funny though) so introduce her and tell me why you've come to Rockdrift/what you are doing.