Vellorita had been traveling for a few weeks now and had just passed through a village that had been so kind to trade herbs for bread and cheese. A stream provided her with water and she was looking for a place to rest and eat her meal. It wasn't long until she came upon a wall. Vellorita had not noticed she had made it onto the royal grounds of a palace. Curious, she scaled the ivy that clung to the wall and went over it. On the other side she was met with a field and an almost desolate appearing palace. Taking a bite of her bread, she continued on across the field until she reached a garden.