Tabitha wasn't really feeling up to going into town. There were plenty of reasons for her to do it, but she didn't want to deal with people. Especially not Rauru people. She was sort of hunrgy, but not that hungry. She'd managed to snare a pheasant yesterday, which had kept her fed until now, but now she had no more food. She needed to buy rations, but not much else besides it. She didn't have a pressing need besides her impending death by starvation, and that was weeks out. She could manage. She wasn't super deep into the forest, anyhow. So she'd more or less just sat in her crude encampment all day. She had a lot of darning and sewing to do, and she was keen on reasons to keep herself away from the town, the public drunkenness, and the arrest that would follow. She wasn't drinking right now, but she definitely would be if she went into town. She smiled to her socks as she patched a new piece of scratchy woolen fabric to the heel. Plenty of reasons not to go into town. As she continued to rationalize staying in the creepy, relatively dangerous haunted forest, the sun set beyond where it could peek over the skeletal trees at the edge of her clearing. She looked up for a minute, idly musing about whether or not she should gather more tinder to start another fire. She had a ring of rocks that surrounded mostly ash and charcoal from the previous night's fire, but she also had plenty of blankets and a nice warm tent. The weather was getting warmer, so soon a fire would only be for cooking. And light. Light would be nice, especially in such a eerie place. She stretched her arms up, arching her back as the blanket slid off her shoulders and the wind chilled her through her wool sweater and pants. She could hear her mother chastising her. "You'll wind up a hunchback, Tabby Cat," she said to herself in a mocking tone. She didn't resent her mother for saying that so often, because her back really did hurt. She had enough back pain without making it worse for herself, she supposed.