The raven haired beauty woke with a start, the crash of something falling nearby startling her. "What the bloody fel is going on?" she yelled. She got up and then noticed she had not a stitch of clothing on. Thankfully her long dark hair covered her mostly.<br/><br/>Gasping in shock she looked around and found a small sack nearby in the dirt. Shaking it out she found a robe she could pull over her head. It was not much more than a rag, holes in it from where moths or rats had chewed through the thin fabric. It was black in color and she thought it fit her well, though it was very tight in the area of her bust and hips. She looked around more and found a long slender staff, broken to a splintered point at one end.<br/><br/>She noticed the sound of voices and particular a voice very near that sounded male. Cautiously she ventured out. They would have already heard her so she did not hesitate to stride out of her alcove to the next one. She saw the dark male and smiled. "Hello, I am Rose of Charon. You look very strong.  Where is this place? I have no memory of it."<br/><br/>She looked around at the others. What a ragtag group!