It had been a week and a half of harsh travel and everyone was feeling weary from this journey. Catching sleep where ever they could. The chill of the night drove most of her retainers and fellow soldiers and knights into the wagons to keep themselves warm. This new task appointed to her and her men was hopefully worth the trouble.<br/><br/>Wagons were usually such a harsh means of travel especially when you are in a forced march need to catch sleep within them. But this in which the lovely Carissa Lilyfield found herself in. She was feeling every bump and every jostle of the rocky path they were on. The roads had been lost long ago and the sun had given way to the moonless night. Yet still they march onwards with torch and lantern.<br/><br/>However, there came a time for the horses to rest their bodies and soon the wagons came to a halt. The stillness in the air only broken by the sounds of nocturnal creatures, the faint chirping sounds of birds. But she was jostled from her rest by another woman a lovely young squire with soft blonde hair and a gentle smile.<strong>"My lady. Tis time for our shift to begin."</strong>She means of course it was their turn to stand watch for the foreseeable future. Rising to her feet she wore studded leather and had a long sword at her hip, and let's her Lady sort herself out however she needed to.