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Sarah was deep in thought about her trip into town later. How much should she bring with her? How much does she leave behind? She doesn't deal with raiders too often and none have been sighted in the area too recently and besides she'd be back before nightfall. She'd only need a quarter of what was in storage currently to hold her till the next harvest season, but loading ALL of that up, carting it to town and selling it was time consuming more than she wanted to spend. If she broke it down into a several trips it would cut down the amount of time she was away from the farm. That meant she could protect get back to finish the final harvest from thieves. 

Then as if to prove her cautious mind right there was a voice off to the side, asking to join her. She was startled. As soon as she laid eyes on the source of the voice, she squinted her eyes and cautiously stood up. She looked over at the girl with quite a few weapons. As the woman continued talking, Sarah hoped she was being sincere about caring about animals and not being a threat. Making a cautious decision, she decided to slowly walk over to the girl and see if things were truly as they seemed. As she approached she noticed she was in a wheelchair. It didn't truly affect the fact that she didn't know the girl, but it meant she wasn't very mobile. Sarah sighed in relief, moving closer to the girl before putting a hand on her chest. [color=cc99cc]"I...I...ugh! Me... Sar...ruh. Sarah. Who... who... are you?"[/color] Sarah asked, frustration flitting across her face when she struggled with her words. She took a quick look around just to be safe, making sure there wasn't any others nearby waiting to catch her off guard.