Name: Rowena the gypsy<br/>Location: Lakeshire Campground<br/>Addressing: No one in particular (Applies to all human characters)<br/>Naughty content involved (sexual): No.<br/><br/><br/>Hobbling about her wagon, the old gyspy woman Rowena food upon the ground for her goats, doing her best to ignore the rowdy noises of the young campers in the distance, disrespectful youths come to celebrate the arrival of summer.<br/>It had been much to her displeasure when those businessmen had bought up half the forest to build a campground, she had much enjoyed the peaceful serenity the forest offered up until now.<br/><br/>The crickets still chirped merrily as this neck of the forest and to Rowena, it was a beautiful song that she treasured, it was the music of nature.<br/>She saw grasshoppers leaped up from the grass on occasion as if dancing to the music the cricket's played, their eyes locking on her knowingly, to which she returned a smile. Seraphina's footsoldiers were out scouting again.<br/><br/>The sun was dipping beneath the horizon and Rowena felt it was near time for bed, but she could most certainly do with some fresh chamomile tea, unfortunately her supply of chamomile was short.<br/>“But I know where a lovely patch of chamomile grows abundantly” She said cheerfully before looking down at her goats “Do not wander, little ones, I will return soon”<br/><br/>Rowena made her way to the back of her wagon and entered through the swinging red painted doors, fetching her favorite rainbow colored woven basket from her bed, she had made the beautiful creation in her youth and it had remained precious to her even to this day.<br/>The gypsy exited her wagon with the basket and disappeared into the forest to seek out her chamomile for a lovely cup of hot tea before bed.