<span style="color: #00BF00"> Margeri walked around the village of witches. She held herself tall and proud. These women, witches, looked up to her to keep them safe. That was her job, she was their fearless and wise leader. She laughed at herself, fearless maybe not completely, but she was tough. And she would never let them down.<br/><br/>On this morning she was walking around the trees, making sure all was well. She had put a spell on the trees as use of protection, they could see anything coming that had means of destruction or negative vibes against their clan. If they saw something the apples on the trees would turn a deep purple. Luckily, the apples were still a delicious looking red. No trouble, at least for now. Then she remembered she needed to meet with the mage order at some point. It had been a while since they had met, she had no idea what was going on on the men's side of the clan. Maybe it was time she went over there. </span><br/><br/><br/>Naomi sat in a tree, she was messing with her throwing knives that were made of beautiful ivory. She was waiting for an assignment, she knew she had to get one soon. She just wanted the rush of adrenaline and the fun cat and mouse chase she would have. She didn't know why but she took great pleasure in killing people that others wanted dead. She ran her finger along the blade of the knife. So sharp, so smooth. She wanted to go so badly. Why wasn't she getting any new jobs recently? Sure, she did things in her own way, but she got the job done and she didn't get caught. But still, she was left to sit alone in her tree and watch the rest of the clan go out with their duties. She took the throwing knife into her left hand and let it loose, she watched it fly across the giant courtyard and hit a post. Nice shot. Right on target. She jumped down from the tree and headed to retrieve her knife.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00"> Lars was walking down a dirt path. He had joy in his steps today and he played his flute as he walked. His next visit was at the end of this path which was...he pulled out his map...the mage/witch clan. He hadn't been there in a while, perhaps it was still a peaceful and happy place. He always loved the women, they were so nice and he usually got what he wanted to. As a minstrel that was his job, sing, tell stories, play music, then by nightfall, go around get a little drunk and have the accompaniment of a woman to comfort him at night. <br/><br/>He played his flute gleefully and slightly skipped down the path he should possibly be there by nightfall he hoped. Maybe he would pass by some other villages along his way, he knew there was some small villages between each of the main clans. Perhaps he could have a little bit of enjoyment before he reached his destination. </span>