<div align="center">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e99/pixiechanicons/AleksandraMartiniuk/032.png)<br/><em>Olivia...trying to get out of the village quickly.</em></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Olivia was honestly trying to escape...she was! As soon as chaos had erupted around her, she'd begun gathering together the items she was selling and packing them into the cart. If she just left all of the products, her family would lose a lot of money, and if they were under attack...well, they would need all the money they could get. Still, her heart pounded and she rushed as fast as possible to pack up everything. There was fresh cheese, milk and cream...newly spun wool...corn, apples, potatoes, yams, tomatoes, strawberries, raspberries and peaches. It was the biggest crop they'd had in a long time, and she only brought this much on one day a month. The rest of the days she generally brought one thing. Whether it be dairy, wool or produce. <br/><br/>She could hear the people scrambling for their homes, and a few times one of them tried to pull her in with them...but she stubbornly stayed behind and kept gathering her things. Once the cart was finally loaded, she heard the pounding hooves of the army and her face drained of color. She'd taken too long, and they were here. Straightening, she looked around for an escape, but could see nothing. Instead, she pulled her cart off the road, tied her mare to a post to make sure she didn't run from fright, and then pressed herself up against the wall of a building. She knew that they'd see her, but perhaps if she disguised herself as an old woman, they'd leave her alone. Quickly, she took her shawl off and wrapped it around her fiery red curls to hide the color. She hunched over and hid her face as well as she could. Her ample curves would be visible if they looked hard enough, but hopefully they'd simply pass by.</span>