The loud sound of her heart echoed in Skye's ears as she sat perfectly still behind a tree. "Cmon, I think she went this way!" Came a gruff voice not far from Skyes hiding spot. Skye held her breath as the many footsteps faded quickly, the men running in the direction they though she went. After about a minute, Skyler let out a sigh of relief. The men were slaver thugs, and she had stumbled right into their camp. Luckily, none of them noticed who she was, so she was sure the search for her would soon die out. Before she they began to chase her, Skye overheard part of their conversation. It had something to do with the royal family, and something about the rebels and a huge cut they found on a mercenary a few days ago. From the sounds of it, a main rebel village wasn't far from where the camp was.<br/><br/>Skye stood from behind her tree, brushed off some dead leaves and twigs, and began marching in the direction she hoped was the village. Lucky for her, she finally stumbled upon a road. Honestly, she had no idea where she was going, but she thought she was going the right was as she saw plenty of people and caravans in the distance. By the time she made it to the outskirts of the village, it was dark. She put up the hood on her cloak, pulled it in tight and began to walk through the streets.<br/><br/>It was a horrifying scene. The were elderly on the side roads, asking for spare change. There were small children, begging passerby's for scraps of bread. It was a sickening sight, but even more so when she realized her family had done this. She tried to pull her eyes away and just walk, tried to ignore the cries for help. The farther into the village she got, however, the less people seemed to need. Deciding where to go, she remembered hearing from commoners that visited the castle that pubs were a great place for news and gossip. So she began to make her way towards the middle of the village. She found the pub, and entering found a completely different scene.<br/><br/>Everyone seemed happy, or at least worry free. People were dancing, clapping, kissing, having a great time. Skye found her way to the bar and  sat down, putting her bag on the floor in front of her. The bartender, a hefty woman, came over. "What'll it be, darlin?" She asked. Skye looked up at her then back down. "Just...just some mead...with a splash of....h-honey," She stammered. She internally berraded herself. How was she gonna get any information if she couldn't even order a drink properly?! The woman just gave her a curious look and poured her mead.<br/><br/>"You new around here, sweetheart?" The bartender asked, cleaning a mug. Skyes eyes darted a bit. "Yeah.. Just got in."<br/><br/>"Well if you need a place to rest, we have rooms upstairs, if you don't mind the noise. It can get a bit rowdy in here." The lady chuckled. Skye took a sip. "Thank you." She sat for a second, drinking her mead. The lady kept glancing at her. Then her eyes grew wide. "Is that....is that the royal family crest?" She asked suspiciously. Skye's eyes also grew wide with fear. She pulled her cloak over the pin. "Is it!? I bought it off a traveling merchant. Thought it looked pretty." She stumbled over her words. How could she be so stupid!? Leaving her pin on her persons. Where others could see it. She decided she didn't have the guts to do any snooping tonight. She lay some coin on the table. "I'll take that room then. Thank you for the mead. It was lovely." She stood up and drained the mug. The lady watched her as she left. "Second door on the right." She said.<br/><br/>Skye climbed the stairs, clutching her bag. She found the room and shut the door. She threw her bag on the floor and flopped on the bed. She was so worn out, she almost instantly fell asleep. She didn't want to think about anything that night. She didn't want to think about her family, the poor people, or the fact that her life was in danger from just being away from the castle. She has no plan. She was screwed.