[i]"Ah.. good first impressions Roza - late to the fray. That'll gain me some friends."[/i] Was the first thought running through the young Breton girl's mind as she exited Ashav's tent. Having arrived to the camp only a few hours ago, she had wasted no time in making her way straight to whomever was in charge. After some false directions, and plenty of laughs in her face, she was told to go to either Ashav, or Dumhuvud - although according to most she had encountered so far, the latter wasn't particularly the most pleasant company.

Especially to a late-comer like herself.

Ashav - a daunting Redguard man - turned out to be grim and somewhat grumpy, but wasn't all that perturbed by her lateness. If anything, he seemed relieved for one extra pair of hands helping out; although he did gave her a dubious look over as she entered his tent. She could hardly blame him - the amount of looks she'd received already told her that the majority of people here looked far more... well, quite simply [i]more[/i] than her.

Once they had discussed quite briefly where her talents lay, he had told her she would be joining the other archers. He didn't go into any particular detail about the plan, nor who the other archers were or where to find them. However, she was hardly one to complain - deciding that, as per usual, she could look after herself upon exiting their Camp Leader's tent. 

After finding a somewhat quieter corner of the camp, Rozalia threw down her bag and bedroll, and perched on a nearby rock. Sighing heavily, she watched as her warm breath swirled out into a mist before her, eventually dissipating into the freezing night's air. Unbuckling her cloak, she draped it across her makeshift bed before pulling her bag closer to her - she would be colder without the extra layer, but she'd definitely be better off in the night with it around her. She didn't carry blankets - too much of a burden on an already heavy load for a nimble thief like herself.

"Gods above... what was I thinking about coming here?" Roze muttered to herself as she cast her eyes about the camp. There were some very questionable looking characters that she had passed on her brief walk through the place. Was this really a place for a Thief? No... but for a criminal, she'd definitely go for yes. Not only that, but she hadn't seen any other Bretons as of yet - most likely because of the aims of the mission. The Reachmen they were going in to fight were the same race as herself - now, this didn't particularly bother Roze in the slightest, considering all the sick things the Forsworn were known to do; but she just knew certain close-minded individuals in the camp would draw conclusions to this fact of shared race, and then misjudge her for it.

Deciding to not dwell too much on the fact - but making a mental note to add another damn thing to the list of reasons she needed to watch her back for - Rozalia began digging through her bag for a bite to eat. The road hadn't been a fair one to her - because it was far too dangerous to travel during the night, she had journeyed along during the day, thus making her arrive rather late at night to the camp.
[i]"Ah... if Mother and Father could see me now. Mother would kill me - Da would likely be by my side, making jokes."[/i] She thought to herself, the image in her mind bringing forth a light chuckle, and just like that, her mood flipped to a most pleasant one. Although not a usual place for a thief, the battlefield was not a totally alien concept to her. And also...
Hell...
Money is money.
And a thief likes money.

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After a swift supper - and a slight dipping into of her mead stash - Roze picked herself back up to take another look around the camp; perhaps to find a useful comrade that would tell her what exactly was happening in the next few days. As she wandered around the various tents and groups of people, Roze found that now that was more settled in, the place looked far less foreign. The raucous laughter coming from various tents, accompanied by the clunking of tankards and slosh of liquid gave her a sense of ease, and the braziers and torches lit throughout the place blazed away merrily - yet the light was not yet too bright to affect her view of the sky.

Oh, and what a sky it was. If she could be paid for skygazing, Roza would do it daily. The constellations were always bright - sometimes the twinkling of certain stars would break through even the thickest cloud cover - and the two moons were, as always, luminous and large in the night sky. Even further North, you'd be lucky to see shimmering lights dance across the sky, as if the Gods themselves had brushed a living myriad of colours across the blanket of darkness that lay behind the stars.

Roze's inner musings and contemplation on the beauty of the sky was broken by a sudden introduction. Looking back to the earth, Roze was more than surprised to see someone had actually spoken to her in a non-patronizing manner. A striking woman stood before her - not seeming to be much older, but there was a height and a huntress's look about the redheaded Nord that gave her a somewhat intimidating look. Well... more intimidating than herself, at least.

Seeing both the hand extended in welcome, and the friendly smile, Roze returned them both in kind; a grin that one would assume to be naught but sweet spread across her face, dimples creasing in her cheeks - however, as always,  there lay a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You're quite correct - I arrived only a few hours ago. However, after some vague instructions and less-than-vague insults from various people, I'm settling in nicely." Roze returned the handshake with a light chuckle following her sarcastic tone - although hardly one to complain, she was always happy in turning something into a joke. It was always - well... nearly always - a good ice breaker.

"I'm Rozalia Éathliel. If you've heard of me, then I haven't been doing a very good job of Thievery as I assumed I had." She added, again with another chuckle.