<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Anna Bell Coriander</em></span><br/>Just South-East of the Tower Camp<br/>Day one - (Sc-Gi)<br/><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The crow and fowl cleared the woods as Bell's cadence carried her threw the light mist. She was all in black, a hooded garment stretched over her shoulders, and it carried itself down to her chest. A tightly worn black shirt was underneath. She had black denim reaching from her hips to her ankles. Large black boots protected her feet. Bell had woven all of her clothes without help. the ancient way of dress that boasts practicality and flexibility. Bell had her black clothe painted on to her. she was warm, decently protected from loose thorn, and nearly invisible in the forest. Carrying a wood cutting maul in her right hand, Bell stopped near a tree that stood near a small clearing. It wasn't an excessively large tree, 'only two feet wide or so' Ms. Coriander wouldn't have chosen this growing sapling if she had known how close she was to Beraias' camp. However, as the mist started to turn into a light rain, her voice could be heard grunting, and cussing. The hard edge of her axe was loud as it spent time slapping against the trunk.<br/><br/>