Sanguine emerged from her cave that she dwelled in just outside of town. She yawned and stretched, feeling tired due to the lack of sleep last night. The grass felt damp under her bare feet which sent shivers up her legs. " I hate mornings." She said holding her head, obviously hung over.

Volkir cawed and flew out of the cave, perching himself upon Sanguine's shoulder.

"You're right." Sanguine said to the birs as if she understood it. "Let's see if this place has anything to eat." Sanguine strapped Lady of Despair to her back and she walked into town, letting Volkir sit on her shoulder.