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As Kaida finished picking some berries from a bush she had planted a while back while passing through, she glanced back at the vagabonds discussing politics and weaponry. Her jealousy got the best of her, as she went back to join in on the conversation. As she traded her berries and discussed the king's idiotic new plan, she glanced at the blacksmith, the center of the camp, and the sleeping area.

After finishing her boring discussion, Kaida wandered back to her miniature farm, refusing to call it a garden, and simultaneously gathered her food and wondered why she bothered talking to people when the news was always the same. It's because you want to be a part of that jumble, Kaida thought. She wandered back into camp, heading to where the baker stayed. She traded her berries and other foods quickly, and then headed to her little personal camp to read a book she had nabbed from a rich city dweller the last time she had gone to the city. She had already read the book five times, but enjoyed it all the same.