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A lone dead tree stood on a hill over looking the watering hole. Dead grass and rotten sticks litter the ground.

"Lovely place, really." She says stroking the horses mane, as she hugs the horse tight. "This isn't the camp." She talks to herself in the way that one who has spent time alone tends to do.

(What time of day is it?)

(Noonish)

Creating a new thread for Muffin to join.))

Mary is a rather slender woman with short, brown hair, pale skin, and dark brown eyes. Her ribcage shows slightly due to her lack of food. She is only 5,3 feet tall. As of right now, she's wearing a plain white dress.

I picture her at around nineteen? That about right?

Yes.

Cool, then you describe her well.

Handle on the door of her room, Hazel checks she still has the key tied around her neck.

The kep doesn't seem to have been taken. There is not a sound behind the door..

Opening the door as quietly as she can, Hazel steps inside the room.

Not much has changed in the room since Hazel was last there. Only Mary wasn't in sight.

Walking to the chest, hazel opens it slowly, taking a moment to glance behind placing her blade inside, checking it is all there at the same time. If it is she heads back down to the bar, locking the chest behind her.

Nothing seems to be missing from the chest. On the way out, the old clothes clearly lay just behind the door.

"Interesting." Heading back down the stairs Hazel steps back into the common room....