The suggestion of obtaining new armour was intriguing to the White Archer as she rode in on her large Camarillo. Syvatlo was a quaint town full of cobble roads, a usually quiet town was now a busy market full of good from all around the land. Her armour sat awkwardly on her shoulders and was loose against her frame. It was supposed to be a comforting but firm fit. The bow and arrow she had acquired today was hardly correct for her even though it wasn’t a bad weapon in itself. She would definitely have to scout the stalls for a bow an arrow that was more suitable. Surely she could also trade in the armour and other good she had snitched from the pockets of the guards before some of the others could get to them. She should come out of today with some cash, so that was a positive. She wasn’t about to pass up the offer that allowed them a safe and discreet way to get out of the province and stay low for a while, so she would have to be swift and decisive so that she could attend the meeting and be prudent. It was very true that they couldn’t stay in the plains, it was unwise and was also a good way to get some resources and or information from other places.<br/>She didn’t pipe up however she dispersed with the others when Baichu put forward the idea of leaving and rejuvenating their supplies. As she searched the market she traded in things and got all new armour and a new bow and arrow. She saw people from the Patriarchy and made a note to stay away from them except for certain supplies since the Patriarchy is known for it’ armour, but weapons in particular. She did her best to disguise herself and hoped that no one remembered her and reported her to Patriarchy authorities. She wasn’t a normal ‘woman shopper’, she knew what she wanted and was in and out. In the end some of the items she had pocketed were much more valuable then she had expected, by the end of the day she had a very nice amount of money left over that she would defiantly save for a rainy day.<br/>She could hear the rowdy crowd inside the bar as she approached with confident steps in her newly fitted armour and beautifully, wing carved arrow. She had to dip into her profit for the day but it was well worth it. She had bought some new bows as well with the money she used for trading in the old ones. Her new armour was silver with a white phoenix on the breast plate. The smell of alcohol that encased her senses made her cringe. She searched the darkness before she found the group in the bustling pub, The Red Scorpion’s red hair being the big give away. As she stepped into the smelly, nameless, vintage bar she sat down at a rough-hewn oak table with the Red Scorpion near her but not next to her.<br/>She arrived as Livinko gave Baichu, herself and the Red Scorpion roles as cleaners and or cooks. She agreed with the fiery one. “If you think that I am going to simply just cook and clean then you too have another thing coming. I have a bow and arrow for a reason.” She had no reply because of the fiery one’s sheer charisma however she had voiced her opinion and that contented her. Especially since the fiery one had convinced Livinko that us women would be on the battle field.<br/>“Thankyou, for accepting me.” The white haired bomb shell said graciously along with the fiery one. A few people returned to join Katerina in the quest of exiting the plains. She noticed that the Skin Walker was in the tavern but didn’t make eye contact with him. She had noticed that the Khan was in the tavern however she had been in the shadows, and quiet. When the Khan woman stepped on the man’s wrist the White Archer kept the shock off of her face and remained neutral until ‘another bitch’. It was then that she almost got up and punched Livinko in the face.<br/>She drank the bitter brew but didn’t like it very much. She was used to very strong but smoky alcoholic drinks from the Patriarchy but also had acquired a liking for sour drinks from her time in the desert lands. She didn’t like these people, referring to us as bitches and stallion fuckers but she let it slide because they needed them to get out of the plains discretely. It was an opportunity they couldn’t afford to mess up.<br/>The plan was solid however it would mean that there’d be no time to rest and that would prove a pain in the ass. However a couple of hours to get ready was better than nothing. She purchased some supplies for a private stash from the markets and then rested herself and her Camarillo, Devere, before they headed out. Once they did the days seemed long and tiresome. For the first day she had ridden on her horse to get a day of rest. After that, on this second day, she was now giving her loyal stallion a well-deserved rest and was therefore forced to walk on her feet that were still calloused and sore from the abuse they had suffered through these past months.<br/>There was a question directed to the Red Scorpion which she found intriguing because the fiery one did actually look as though she had something on her mind however it wasn’t the White Archer’s place to say so or claim. She was not the Red Scorpion and only Katrina knew how she felt. That was an interesting concept really. As she kept on walking through the plains she became so bored, it was always the same scenery for miles. It was especially bland since she had endured it for weeks beforehand when she was trudging along as a person who didn’t belong to them self but to someone else. She was someone else’s property. Now she was free, but the scenery was all the same, at least there was no whipping or chains to hinder her now.