Walking in to the camp was interesting to say the least. This was in no way what Arianna was expecting the camp to be like. Where she expected a few tents, perhaps a few mercenaries from the group sitting around a campfire telling life stories or wife's tales, she found the start of a fight between two men. One was massive, and was kneeling with his back turned to a girl, doubled over in pain. The wall of a man was facing a much smaller opponent, who had his back turned to him, a bow drawn and ready in his hands.

There was all too much to take in at the moment, so she decided to not even try. Instead, in the heat of the moment, she noticed that she was still holding her stolen apple, which was still whole. Arianna decided that she should change that, noiselly biting in to the crisp flesh of the apple, tearing off a piece to chew on. She wiped away some of the apple's juices as one of the men who led her hear- the shorter one- began to explain the situation to the confused group.

Apparently, the girl hunched on the ground behind the mountain of a man had been defeated in a sparring match by her father, who was the one who had picked up the bow from the weapon rack. There was some misunderstanding, which caused the larger man to attack. [I]Boy, some names would be helpful right now,[/I] Arianna thought. The Branded individuals were addressed, but not explained. "So, this is what you guys do for fun," she examined.