this morning found an aisling who arose early in the day--after rising from within her Master's luxurious furs, she sauntered through a dark and quiet camp to the Commissary wagon... retrieving some food for herself and then began the arduous tasks of slave chores first by climbing 'neath Master's wagon and slathering on some grease before pulling a typical aisling and falling flat upon her face in the mud, before she could clean herself, a FM Outrider (NPC) beckoned her to fetch some blackwine for He and His men who had just come in from their patrol... caring not for her mud covered form, she hurried to the wagon, with the assistance of a kettle(NPC)within the wagon, got them some mugs, some bread and served them with some blackwine before she was excused to go clean up...