Rochelle woke up in a dingy room with all the pillows, blankets, and even the bed tossed about. She was half-naked and the first thing she checked on was her gun, which was laying underneath a pillow with no ammo. Seemed like she shot something last night, but she could hardly remember. Her head was sore so she knew she had been drinking. [b]"Ugh. Got to get ready..."[/b] Gathering up her clothes Rochelle dressed herself again, loaded more bullets into her revolver, and headed down stairs. Seemed like most everyone had already gone. She headed over to the innkeeper to pay her rent as well as pick up a meal to go. Who knows how long it'd be before they'd reach civilization again so it'd pay to be prepared.

Though still irritable and suffering from a mild hangover Rochelle met with the other destined warriors of this vaguely described mission from god. At this point she didn't really know or care about what the quest was, she just wanted to get on with it. [b]"I'm here, I'm here. What's with the portal?"[/b] Rochelle waved her hand in the general direction of the gate. The lands beyond seemed familiar, but she wasn't in the right state of mind to start remembering things.