Ronald
So like bandits work, slavers would be the best
Evelyn
**Metzu can be seen traversing a forest, the trees packed so tightly that she often has to squeeze between the trunks, all the while deftly maneuvering over the thick roots sticking out of the soil. The only sign that this was ever a trail is the hard packed earth beneath her feet, compared to the far more soft soil flanking it. Birds chirp from above and the faint sound of leaves rustling can be heard overhead. Clumps of mushrooms with red caps rest upon a fallen log nearby and the sweet aroma of pollen hangs in the air. In the distance, faintly, the sound water running through rocks can be heard. The temperature is mild and it doesn't appear like that will be changing anytime soon. The trail in front of her stretches on for quite some distance - before a log seems to block the path, though it doesn't look nearly as rotten as the one off the road... The sound of flowing water seems to be coming from in front of her and to the right some distance.**
Christie
*Meztu has made her home amongst these trees and knows how to move aongst them quickly and quietly, with minimum stumbles, the sound of rushing water is good though she wanted to find some more water. With her purple Kimono wooden sandles and black undershirt its very minimal if not surprisingly clean. On her back is a backpack full of supplys from her run to the farmers market and on her belt hidden by the kimono are 2 items, a special built raiper and a wooden painted butterfly mask that covers the entire face. She heads toward the water in order to build herself some new tea from a fresh water source sensei was always the best at making tea...*
Evelyn
**Walking down the trail she waits until the water noise is to her right. Walking off the trail she weaves her way through the trees, the trunks becoming increasingly more cloistered together before they begin to disperse as a small creek comes into view. Water flows through the rounded rocks that make up the creek bed - the rocks exposed to air are covered in moss and lichen. The canopy still blocks out any direct sunlight from reaching down here however, and as such there's very little plant life around the creek. A few hardy plants can be spotted however - stinging nettles being one of them. They supposedly make an extremely good soup... The water looks relatively clean thanks to its flowing status but it's also extremely shallow.**
Christie
*She smiles as she would sit down on her knees unzipping her bag and getting out a tea set, as she puts some kindling from her sack into the mini firepit that comes with a tea set, she would fill the Jade teapot with water from the rushing stream and puts it on the metal grate suspended over the fire as she wits for it to boil she gets out the herbs and spices to add to her tea once its hot enough as she sits A yellow almost golden winged butterfly would fly right onto her black hair intreagued by the fact that the tips of her hair are purple and lay hanging down by her slightly dirty cheeks. She hasent had a real real bath for... About a year now, sure she has washed off in lakes and used herbs and other natural scents to make herself smell better but theres only so much one can do while living off the grid as it is*


*She would light a stick of incense by her small fire and put it in a small ornate bowl as she prays for those she has lost in her guild.*
Evelyn
**Setting up the tea set is easy enough. She manages to dig the legs of the grate into the soft soil next to the creek and the fire catches easily enough, tiny wisps of smoke rising into the air and past the canopy. Since the Kettle is made of jade it will take some time to heat up, being that jade isn't a good conductor of heat. Regardless, setting the incense alight causes the stick to glow brightly at the tip - a waft of pleasant smelling gas accompanies the smoke rising from said stick. The back-drop of the stream drowns out most of her prayer. Even after she finishes her prayer she will still have quite some time - perhaps an hour even, before the Jade Kettle gets warm enough for the water within to begin boiling. This should give her plenty of free time to do whatever else she desires during this "Resting" Period.**
Christie
*She would open up her bag and take out some very rough salted meat to preserve it and she soaks the thing in water thoroughly then aggressively eats it, now seeing as this is the past and not today this has about a gallon of salt on it and its as hard as eating a shoe. But its food and importantly its protein, beans are hard to come across. As she eats that she looks around, sadly no obvious berry's are seen so she would go into her bag and get out a small green apple and after washing it in the creek she would force herself to finish that salted chunk of... Meat, what even was it? Beef? Pork? Rabbit? Didint matter. She gladly eats her fruit, this should keep herself fed for at least another day until she gets back to her main base. Not being hungry is a nice feeling, despite a long time of her life being poverty, then luxury then back to impoverish conditions she trys her best to keep herself in the lap of luxury*
Evelyn
**The salt quickly diffuses out of the meat and into the water, to make sure it wouldn't be lethal for consumption she likely soaks it for something like thirty minutes to make sure a lot of the salt has left the meat. This also hydrates the meat, taking something that would otherwise be impossible to eat into something that whilst very chewy is at least edible if very salty. Green apples tend to be sour but the acidity helps break down the meat proteins remaining in her mouth and overall helps combat the overly salty after-taste of the meat. A good combination and meal overall, though not something one would suggest to be eaten several days in a row. By the time she's finished with the meal the whistling of steam escaping the end of the Jade kettle can be heard.**
Christie
*She would grab a leather rag and get it off the kettle as fast as possible, putting it down in the soft wet soil as she gets out the matching teacups. Pouring the tea kettles liquid into the cup, her hands covered in leather to minimize the risk of burns. Once its in she would put in her array of ingredients and herbs inside of it, getting out her one proper utensil. A tea spoon made of actual metal, once she has made her proper mix of ginger and other spices she contently sips in her sweet and slightly tangy concoction after giving the flavors time to soak into the hot water around it* 

*She lets out a calm sigh as she sips, almost like senseis tea. Shortly after she would throw dirt onto the small fire to stop the smoke for safety as she puts the tea kettle on the grill*

*The calming incense and tea in her system is a blessing, she spends the next while meditating in stone called silence for a while, the scents in the air attracting several butterfly's around her. The people in her guilds sector were known as the butterfly's for a reason, the main master of it was well, a master using techniques and ability's nobody has seen before. Anyone who practices with her talents seems to attracts them, easily about 8~12 different butterfly's flutter around the meditating Meztu*
Evelyn
**Serene silence dominates the stream and herself for some time, before the sudden snapping of branches and hurried stomping of feet fills the air behind her. Someone mutters something and quickly exclaims in a surprised - and somewhat relieved tone** "Oh! It's you! Thank the gods that I found you before they did, we need to go! Right now, before they arrive!" **The voice sounds oddly familiar, and if Meztu turns around to face her she would find the individual to be, of course, the other student that was tutored by the "Sensei" - Lindorias, a former "Slave" Of dubious origins who rarely spoke of her past. Strange to find her here, and in such a panicked state too - one may be wise to heed her words... She seems semi-dirtied, her clothing seeming to take on a duller brown with leather prominent on the chest, shoulders, and upper legs. Beyond that a short sword seems to be sheathed and attached to a leather belt on her waist, and her face is unprotected - though a thick scarf is wrapped around her neck. Her boots are tall and caked in dirt, though the leather laces can still be seen through the dirt. Sweat runs down her forehead in large pellets, splattering onto the dry ground.**