Branwenn furrowed her brow as she spun upon her heel to face Donald, â€œI am not going to the hall, â€œ she hissed as she emphasized the â€˜not.â€™ Her long raven curls wavered lightly in the breeze that carried the scent of bread upon it.<br/><br/>â€œI have no intentions of going where ever they areâ€¦â€ by â€˜they,â€™ she was clumping her father and her fiancÃ© together. Sighing she let out a huff as she then walked deeper into the village. She had skillfully ditched her former guard by convincing him that she would stay put as he went to the privy. Of course, she hadnâ€™t. So Branwenn could imagine that there were a few guards looking for her now.<br/><br/>It was then she noticed Donald trailing after her, stopping she crossed her arms. â€œI donâ€™t need a guardâ€¦It isnâ€™t like I could possibly get lost in hereâ€¦â€ Her emerald green eyes stared ahead as the squeals of pigs eager for feeding could be heard within the frame of silence.