<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/>Bell rested for a moment. The axe was stuck in the tree. She closed her eyes as Beraias approached her. She expressed a disinterest in him, but she flicked her hood off anyway to show him respect. "Um," Bell was at a loss for a long moment, shocked by this young man's implied irritation. "It wasn't much of a choice. Stranger." She had to think about why he had spoken in such a manner. It felt like she had offended him in some way. Bell turned to the side and grabbed the axe's wooden handle.<br/><br/>"So." Her whole body started to jar it loose, it was no easy task for the decently non-muscular woman. She forced her voice out of her throat as she performed the task anyway. "Would you like me...to-" The axe leaped off of the trunk and landed on the dirt below, crack somewhere between three and six sticks before resting in it's own tiny trench. "stop what I'm doing? Are you connected to this tree in some way?" The sarcastic tone on her lips tasted like fresh pepper.