Mary was up early, even as the first rays of sunshine entered through the small girls window she was awake and working.<br/><br/>A small knapsack, filled with items she needed was sitting full by the bottom of her bed, a messenger bag in her lap as she packed nothing but the essentials.<br/><br/>"...And another rug, Mister Feathers, just in case we get cold..." she spoke softly to the duck, not wanting to wake anyone else up.<br/><br/>Mary also packed a small sling, it was decorated with a fuzzy inside and served as the carry pouch she had put the ducklings in when they were younger, now she figured it would fit Feathers nicely.<br/><br/>She made her way to breakfast, sitting on her own she noticed the others enter, she ate quickly, taking more food and slipping it into her messenger bag which she kept under the table. After she had finished eating, around halfway through everyone else's breakfast she slipped off into the kitchen to fit more food into her messenger bag for her and Feathers.<br/><br/>Mary ran off up to her bedroom, careful not to draw attention to her self and after donning her most suitable clothes, (her normal attire plus the sweater Korsarro had made her around 3 months ago, topped off with a tiny waterproof cloak that would look ridiculous on anyone bigger) she put on the small shoes she always tended to not wear, and headed out to the wagon.<br/><br/>After waiting for the Hellguard to go off and collect another load of supplies she wandered over to the large wooden cart. It was half-full of barrels, chest and bags. She presumed these were to keep the food and gear the others were taking in. Using an empty crate she climbed into one of the barrels nearest to the wagon, the little girl's body having enough space to shift slightly in the large barrel. She poked out the cork in side and dropped it into the barrel along with her things, and after placing down a few blankets that had been liberated from the 'clean bin' in the linen closet, gently lifted Feathers in as well, after which she curled herself up into the barrel and pulled the lid on top. She poked the cork into the hole from the inside, giving her the ability to look out when she wanted and stop others peeking in and seeing her. She covered the top of her with a blanket, so that to anyone looking in it would resemble a pile of cloth to all but the closest inspection.<br/><br/>Then, she waited.