The afternoon sun filtered through the thick forest canopy lighting the underbrush nicely as the wagon was pulled along the path.  A nice breeze brought with it the beginning chill of autumn as summer slowly retreated from the land.  All in all, Ghanima had seen worst days.  But even days such as today, lovely as it was, were not without their trials.  They had been forced to stop earlier that morning to tighten one of the wheels that had loosened and nearly come off spilling all of her belongings.  Now with afternoon among them she had sent her squire ahead to look for a clearing that they could pull the wagon to side in so that they could have a short rest.  It was not easy pulling the two wheeler herself.  She couldn't remember the last time that she had filled it but she now collected salvage much quicker with the extra pair of hands.  It wasn't unpleasant to have the help.  To be in a position of leadership again.  But neither could she shake the guilt that came with it.  The shame from her past was not something easily forgotten.<br/><br/>Where was something to kill when you needed it?  Perhaps when they got to the next human settlement she would look into taking on a job or two.  There had to be bandits afoot so far out in the wilderness.  Or some sort of fiend to slay.  She could go for either one.  Though she preferred the challenge of sentient prey.  They might be able to collect a worthy trophy then.  A weapon with a good history perhaps.  Or a tool of a seasoned craftsman.  She could not help but smile at the thought.  Funny at how such thoughts moved her now.  She had once been able to live in the moment, such was the fulfillment her life brought her.  Now it was mostly things to come that motivated her.  Was she becoming weak?  She would have to change that.  Perhaps some more sparing with her squire.  Humans were such slow creatures.  They lacked the touch.  Lived too much in the future they did.  Could not see the history of things.  Not like her people.<br/><br/>After a time she finally came upon a little clearing.  It already had a ring of stones to mark a fire pit and some logs in which to sit.  Pulling the wagon off the trail, she walked over to the pit and knelt.  Removing one of her gauntlets, she waved a hand over the stones.  These were not freshly placed.  An established campsite for the weary traveler it would seem.  Touching the ground around the site she could feel her squire's presence here.  He had been alone, but then why had he wandered off?  Alas she could not tell such things from the environment alone.  Nor could she be bothered to follow after him.  If something had drawn him away then he was free to pursue it.  Rather she turned back to the wagon and grabbed cooking gear and some provisions.  There was enough wood in the wagon to start a cooking fire but little more.