Æana walked down a forest path just outside the Dark Mage Village. She could go into town, but it would be fairly useless, since she didn't have money enough for a room at the inn, or even a good meal. It was chilly, and all she had to block out the cold was a thin jacket she grabbed from the closet nearest the dungeon of the Covenant. She wasn't used to being alone. She had always had someone around. Until now. She was cold, and lonely, and broke. Her life sucked at the current moment. It proceeded to get worse when a low-hanging tree branch slashed at her jacket and cut it on the arm.
Æana: Dammit!
She sat down on the earth to assess the tear, seeing if she could mend it.
Æana: Grr! I'm cold, and lonely, and penniless, and now even the clothes on my back are defective!
While she was sitting there, she also nursed the other injuries she recieved a few days ago: a cut below her right eye, a rather large but fortunately not deep scratch on her left arm and a puncture wound on her leg from a particularly nasy bite.
Æana: This sucks.