"Rowan, your holiness."  A pleasant soprano, civil, but not warm in tone.  A woman of average height brown eyes, light brown hair, a modest bosom.  She was in sandals, not barefoot, a simple tunic belted with a rope hung halfway down her thighs, a large bag over one shoulder.Thane's troops didn't even look at her, they were clearly spooked by the forest foray.  One thing thane did notice was the eerie silence of the woods, a silence that ceased abruptly a short walk from the small house, silence replaced by the normal noise of the woods.<br/><br/>The camp was unchanged, there seemed only a little more order brought from the chaos, but there were signs of improvement.  An actual fence, not a true rampart, but better than nothing was being constructed along the seige lines, and at long last siege engines were drawn up, some of them were even shooting at the walls.