A small covering of frost laid over the logs lining the exterior wall of the hovel. A patch or two of cloth covering the holes in the ceiling in need of repair since the last wind storm came through three days ago. There had not been much work in the past few weeks so the repairs were left alone. Othwen was not much of a person driven to improve herself beyond obscurity. It, the obscurity of her existence, brought a gentle breeze of safety to hide from her enemies she suspected would one day find her.
Taking her hand covered by a well leathered glen be with the previous insignias of the Adelan Kingdom torn off, she turned the spit holding the scrambled collection of almost spoiled vegetables, a small bit of violet potato, and the rat that had been eating better than her it seemed. A shame really, lucky for Othwen though to come across such a bourgeois member of the rodent conclave.
"A bit longer."
Othwen stated matter-o-factly as she reached to stir the ladle in the gruelish soup derived from rat stock she had been collecting.
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