"maybe ive finally gotten away from the empire's prying claws" Lucia said to herself, checking her bags for any kind of damage. She was lucky, no food had spoiled yet, nor had mold infested her precious Opium supply. The seeds were all intact, meaning that once the Emperor deemed her dead, the Poppy Lady could rise again. But first things first, she had to find some form of shelter. Legion service had made her adept to dealing with untamed wilderness, but it would be much better to find some civilization. She sat down by the fire and lit up some of her opium suppy. She didn't like wasting stock, but she doubted all of it was going to make the full journey anyways.