Name: Atoli thris<br/>Location: Macedon<br/>Tagging: Open/all<br/><br/>Atoli smiled to herself as her wagon paced down the forest path, in the back was a bandits wet dream of tomes and weapons, dispite the fact that most of those weapons belonged to bandits to which Atoli had "liberated" from, not that she had much intention of keeping them, instead her plan was to give them to a villiage she knew was falling victim to these attacks, and to trade the weapons for supplies so she could continue her travels. It had been her usual plan to make ends meet, sooner to avoid joining in any larger scale military campaigns until she found one she was able to get invested into. Although she herself was quiet, her wagon continued to make a lot of noise on the dirt track, for now she held a wind tome up with her, banking on the debris of the forest to her advantage without causing undue damage to her surroundings.