The young lady looked up at the man called Epsil who just saved her life. "Thank you, Epsil...I already know that there are bandits everywhere. However, I have no home to go to. I am the last of my clan after The Empire slaughtered and torched every living soul but me." The woman got up and did a curtsy to Espil. "My name is Magdalena, I am in your graduated for saving my life." Magdalena went over the the tree and took off her cloak. She wore a tattered purple dress that had only one sleeve which bore an ugly burn from her shoulder to her forearm. "This is the price I pay for the decision I made...I wasn't thinking  that my people would suffer for my selfish act." Her vision became doubled and she looked very pale. She hadn't had a decent meal for ages it seemed. Or maybe those berries from the river were piousness? "I...must rest...you can go on with out me...i deserve the same fate as my people...which is to die..." Magdalena fell to her knees wheezing and gasping for air. She gladly embraced the darkness that would lead her to heavens gate after her heart ceased to beat.