By the time the afternoon rolled around, Annalise's band of ragtag slaves had made it to the mountains, which put them at a significantly slower pace. Annalise and her self appointed council paused their travel for a brief rest and to eat.<br/><br/>Annalise, herself, hadn't eaten much since she had escaped and with all the constant moving, she had slimmed down a fairly noticeable amount from her slave days where she had grown up a cook, preparing food for the other slaves in her master's household. She had looked like her father and was easily lost in the crowd. Through the years, Annalise slowly began to resemble her beautiful mother, who had been a feeder for their master. It had actually been her mother who had orchestrated the whole thing, but Annalise took over when her mother had been killed during the escape. This only added fuel to the fire, causing Annalise to strengthen her resolve.<br/><br/>The young woman had been lost in thought when the same scout from earlier approached with a letter. Annalise read the letter silently, her dark eyes moving along the page. "It's would seem that a group of vampires within the Vatican are in alliance with our cause...they wish to meet with me...tonight." All at once the council started speaking.