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((We can go with that. I'm sorry about the lack of pic. 1 i hate the pic thing it's such a hassle when it's only ahandfull of people. 2. I dont own a scanner. Is the princess NPC? cause if you're out at camp i can't help you.))


Roxanna steadied herself on a limb and set up to cut a thin, twiggish limb when she saw a flash out the corner of her eye. A moment later her large ears picked up the faint crinkle of dry leaves on the forest floor. suspisious for a second she shrugged it off as just another squirrel and hacked into the limb.

((That makes sense since you didn't have daigot's profile up last time I checked them. Well She can't join the cause if she never mets anyone involved in the cause so...))

Roxanna had filled her wheelbarrel and hauled it back to her warren. Having a hard enough time with the pitiful cart when it was empty, she put off sorting the wood for morning. Lighting a bee wax candle, she dipped out a bowl full of soup that had been cooking a day. Going for seconds she was reminded that she was completly out of herbs for the day. She growled to herself, "This hermit thing ain't working."

It had taken her a good three days to gather enough herbs to last a month last time and she had found out the hard way that she couldn't farm worth a damn. "Guess I'm going back out."

She dumbed the remains of the soup into a sheep gut cantine she had brought with her from the village, through on a ragged old cloak of hemp, snatched a basket and several bowls, tied the door shut after dousing the fire, and started off into the woods during night's adolecense.

Roxanna bounded through the trees and brush finding mostly hemlock and berries by moonlight within the immediate area of her home. Plucking all the berries she could stand, blue berry, raspberry, Huckleberry, strawberry, mullberry, gooseberry, blackberry, one more stop at a berry bush would drive her to nuts. Her least favorite food next to meat.

A chestnut tree taunted her with it's burdening abundence. Her eye twitching, she delved deeper into the forest than she was used too begining to wonder if life in the castle prison was really so bad.

To her luck she had found a bit of chive and few sprigs of rosemary. She liked to died of gratatude for the wild carrots and onions she found. Amazed at her luck, she found several heads of cabage! A cloud rolled over the moonas she pulled the heads up leaves at a time. In the darkness torchlight caught her eyes. A little campsite and it wasn't far off from the little garden patch. Weather it was refugies like her or bandits or greed stricken merchants, her picking slowed with guilt. She hadn't stole a thing her whole life and simply because she was in a tight spot now didn't provide an excuss.

Maybe they will take some of the berries in trade? Not much use for gold out here, She thought to herself hoisting her basket and going for toward lights.

She bit her finger gingerly as she tryed to estimate which of her berry types were the most valuable. reflecting, she kind of wished she had plucked a few of the chestnuts after all.

It was subtle and had she been human, inaudible, but she heard the snaping of twiggs headed her way. Unarmed and alone, she figured the best way to avoid a fight was to surrender at once.

Her voice was scratchy from lack of use but generally trustable she thought, "I'm not a thief, I promise. Was just about to go and see if a deal can't be struck for some of your vegitables...Hello?"

Roxanna didn't know what he had found so funny nor cared about any princess stories that were obvious lies. Why in the world would a princess be out here living off bark and berries like her? "I'd rather keep my name out of it thanks. I have a good variey of berries I can give in return for them at least."

This guys with a portion of the kings army and supposedly excorting a princess...yet he doesn't seem at all interested in a red haired rabbit-woman with a bounty on her head for murdering a royal gaurdsman? If it weren't for the armored thugs I'd call him a loon, she thought. Altough it may be better for me to scoot before he changes his mind...I'M DIEING CONVERSATON!!

"Roxanna," she stated with a sigh, kicking herself all the while.

Roxanna nodded and shifted her basket to the other arm, "If it doen't directly involve me or the sanctity of woman kind, it's not really my problem."

The twitch started in her ears and traveled to her head, "mind if we take this to a fire. It's getting kind of chilly."