The lively young forest girl Roxanna awakened first. Hailing from the road that leads forever on and  camping under the stars was her preffered way of spending a night. She gladly helped everybody to set up their tents and made a nice warm bonefire in the middle. Right now she was admiring the rising sun, dressed only in her flimsy white tunic and underpants. Her greeny travelling clothing and weapons lied near the sleeping bag.<br/><br/>She stretched, then rubbed her face and grinned. She was practicing that arrogant grin for a few days, wanting to force herself to be courageous. The citadel would be the first time she'd be adventuring in the proper, dangerous sense of the word. She did it only because of the people that gone missing. For the sake of a girl that cried over her boyfriend and a man that cried over his wife. The grin quickly changed into a sentimental and sad grimace.