Emma

Atop the city rooftops, Emma perched as she watched the sun start to set and vendors began packing up for the day. "Not again..." She muttered to herself as she flopped back against the tiles. There had been too many guards at the market to make any moves, and as the streets grew quieter, Mona knew it would be another hungry night. "Great." *She whines as she rolls onto her side, hoping to sleep off a bit of the discomfort. It's then that she catches a whiff of something from the window below her. Curiously she leans over the edge of the rooftop to peer in. There she sees a pot of stew resting on table. Her stomach growls at the sight and her mouth waters slightly as she instinctively makes her way down onto the window sill. She discreetly peeks her head in, and once realizing the coast is empty she makes her way inside. She wastes no time getting to work and chowing down the meal in front of her. She's so engrossed that she doesn't notice has walked back into the room and with a mouth full of food she looks up at him with a guilty smile. Her clothes are practically rags. Underneath she is dirty starved and has many small scars and scrapes from living on the street. She has a fearful slightly paranoid look in her eye as she looks around for a way to escape. Not seeing one she lays on her back and shows her belly begging for mercy.