Within this same forest lurked another lonely soul. Around halfway between Bandits and kingdoms lay an abandoned shack nestled within the brush. Thick green berry-bushes, some poisonous, some not, along with creeping vines and mosses, had transformed the shack from a tiny, homely place into what looked like a small thicket. However, this was not the case. Between two of the larger bushes, the vines were detached from the ground, and the small, tarnished door handle could be seen at certain times of the day, glinting with a faint light. As if, though no longer shining and new, it had a purpose to fulfill. 

Indeed, that little doorknob did have a purpose. Because it turned, and the door swung open, revealing a pale-haired, dark-eyed young woman. Had she lived in the kingdom, she may have been rather respected for her healing practice, all done with a gentle touch. Her slender frame drifted about like a ghost, checking the plants and plucking out an undesirable weed here and there. At first glance, she may have seemed like a lonely wraith, tending her garden in the afterlife. However, she was very much alive. 

Brecken, the deserter. Though she had lost all sense of date and time, it was almost exactly two years ago since she'd left the kingdom for this life. When the tyranny got bad, what could a frail young woman do? Attempting any sort of backlash would get her killed. However, Brecken 'Dove' Aeire was much smarter than that. This little overgrown shack wasn't actually that bad on the inside. It was small, but the roof was watertight, and the bushes and vines made up for any holes in the walls. There wasn't any lighting, but she'd traded her services for little items, such as a small blanket here and there, or a needle and thread. Things such as that. It was her home now, and she wouldn't have it any other way... though a friend would be nice.