[center][h1][i]Remember, wanted "dead or alive" is always the same thing.[/i][/h1][/center]

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     Asher off the Brightlingsea, a small little fishing village that the hierarchy overlooked completely until the summer. Its main export was a fish that was considered a delicacy. They would come in the summer and fish it into near extinction, spoiling the poor people who lived there with their money. Then leave at the end of summer, for the rest of the year. Collecting their money back as taxes. It was sad really, though not as sad as the patriot of the hierarchy. Who was a drunken gambler, and far too easy to convince Earie would turn him into a toad, fry him, and eat him if he brought her presents here. 

     The village itself was beautiful in terms of nature. That was starting to fight its way into life with spring starting to set in. With the winds however, people were still forced into their coats. Though the village town center garden was a sight to behold. Normally it would have been just beginning to bloom in this weather. Yet it stood lively and bright. A small token and show of power Earie had given villagers carelessly. It would die as soon as she left of course. Long before the hunters would come looking for her. However, it had earned her some favor though. Now the villagers were her eyes with the understanding that if she was ever caught, she wouldn't rat.

     In terms of buildings, the village was rather run down. Most of the buildings clearly needed a fresh coat of paint. Or a few things fixed here or there. Towards the lake there was even a house that obviously had caught on fire quite a few times. The outside charred. It had been abandoned. At least until the young witch had found her way into town and began squatting there. 

     The short brunette rubbed her brow slightly as her fingers reached up taking the lantern that provided light in the room with one hand and a small bag in the other. Its inner walls were still black from the soot, and floors damaged and the house might have still smelt of smoke. Though it was possible part of that smell might have been from some of the spells she was trying. It hadn't been the one Earie was expecting, but it would be great for some defense. Still with the windows boarded up it did make it slightly hard to breathe. For the last two months at least this had been her home though. It was nowhere near the niceties she had years again, but it had been safe for the time. Had having to be on the move not became her normal, she would miss it.

     Sitting the lantern on the hard wooden floor, she put all of her strength into pulling the heavy wooden board open before grumping slightly. With some annoyed mumbling and a hand gesture, the door opened quickly and she had to catch it could open all the way and fall on her again. So maybe that she wouldn't miss. Taking a deep breath Earie's light brown eyes looked around the beautiful lakeside in front of the house.  The dress she wore moving slightly in a slight breeze. It once had been really nice at one time, the type of clothing that was expected for a proper middle class lady to wear. Now though it was definitely worn. Her boots, lightweight regular boots that came to her knees to keep her legs warm and protected while in the woods. Grabbing the messenger bag that carried everything she needed to keep, Earie headed towards the lake. 

     She sat beside the lake dropping her hands into the water mumbling again. The water warmed at her touch, the point she was able to clean arms and face up with it. [color=6ecff6]"Aye, witchy lady!"[/color] Earie looked up to see one of the village boys headed her way, and put a finger to her lips to tell him to quiet down. The boy rolled his eyes as he got closer but obliged. [color=6ecff6]"I got a basket from village since you're headin' out."[/color] The boy said, handing her the basket, which she immediately started to go through. Bread, dried meats and fruits, a flask of water, and from the smell of it one full of gin. Along with a few small items she could probably trade later. With a bit of a smile Earie opened her bag digging until she found some money to hand the boy. [color=6ecff6]"Those are some weird looking books you got there."[/color]

     Earie snapped her bag shut. [color=39b54a]"That they are, you should probably forget you saw those, yeah? They got me in a lot of trouble to get."[/color] She said frowning a bit as she handed the boy some money for his trouble. The boy quickly grabbed the money with his greedy hands and nodded a bit, still looking at her bag. "Now run along."

     The boy frowned a bit at the fact he wouldn't be able to sate his curiosity and started to head off. [color=6ecff6]"Oh, s'pose you should know. There's some homeless guy wonderin' around town. That's the same you were lookin' for right?"[/color] He added as he headed off.

     Earie's eyes widened a bit as she cussed under her breath and started stuffing the items into her bag quickly. Shit, they had moved a lot quicker this time. If this was another of the hierarchies grooms. Normally she would be months ahead of them. Grabbing her bag she headed for the woods.