stēał frøm the rìçh {lįghtÿ ønły}

[~echo~]

Rebecca of the North had always been a relatively well-to-do woman. She had been born to a wealthy family and grown up being taught how to manage a household as well as land of her own, in case she didn't get married. As an adult, she lived in a small manor house on a hill, employed a few servants, and owned several acres of land around her house. She was one of the lucky ones. However, her luck was about to run out. One day, a man bearing the crest of the Stark household approached her door with a message- leave or be kicked out. Rebecca was infuriated as she realized that she could no longer rely on her wealth or that of her parents. However, she packed a few of her essentials and headed out into the world with a vengeance.

The road could be a dangerous place for a woman, though, so Revecca decided to dress herself like a man and teach herself to fight. She decided that she would cover her face and call herself Edward and a man to survive the dangers of the world.

Traveling so long each day hurt his feet- he wasn't used to such hard work. His pack dug into his shoulder and it was cold- too cold. Edward had forgotten his thickest winter cloak, although that was quite stupid- it was always frigid around here. Instead, the man contented himself with drawing his thin cloak tighter about his shoulders and continuing on his way. A few minutes later- what luck! He spotted the familiar glow of a fire. He carefully approached until he was close, but not visible. He peeked at the clearing and saw another man- he looked friendly enough.

[Light]

The man he had spotted was about the same age as Edward, and had prepared a well sized fire that he was seated in front of. A dark cloak was around his shoulders, hiding most of him from the nip of the air. A tired, solemn look was on his face as he stared at the blazing twigs, and his head tilts up as he hears Edward approach, "Who goes there?"

[~echo~]

Edward decided that it would be okay just to talk to him, perhaps get some food. He readied his dagger and stepped forward with a friendly smile on his face. "Hello, there. I am but a weary traveler who is in need of warmth and food. Who might you be?"

[Light]

The stranger looks him over once before turning his attention back to the fire, "I am also just a weary traveler; but I have warmth and food. Come, sit and have what meager little I can provide for another in this tiring element." He reaches to the side, and tosses a few more dry branches into the fire.

[~echo~]

Edward nodded gratefully and sat across from him, staring into the fire. He gazed carefully at the man. "What do they call you?" he asked in a conversational tone- he was really trying to keep him talking while he warmed his fingers and toes.

[Light]

"Aromir," he answers with a dip of his head, "and you, stranger, what do they call you?" he reaches out of his cloak again, and reaches into his limp pack. He pulls out a wrapped group of dried meats, and pulls a few from them before covering it back up and placing it in his bag. He reaches over the fire and holds out the meager bit to Edward.

[~echo~]

Edward watched hungrily but didn't ask for any, still wanting to be polite. "I'm called Edward. I was recently kicked out of my home due to bankruptcy." When he was offers the meat, he took it an ate it quickly.

[Light]

"Bankruptcy," Aromir grunts as if he had eaten something distasteful, "That had struck me a few months back as well. Not like I believe an ounce of it, but what can you do, eh? Kings word is law..." he bites into his meat, tearing it with his teeth, and begins to chew it slowly.

[~echo~]

Edward shifted his weight and gave a shallow chuckle. "Well, I guess we're in the same boat then," he commented, taking out his knife and a small stick. He began shaving the stick of its bark. "We should do something about it, though. I'm sure there are others like us, those of us rich enough to have been a potential threat to the Stark family. We could find the others, band together and give them their just deserts."

[Light]

"I'm certain there have to be quite a few," the man rests his lower back against the tree stump behind him, and tilts his head up to look at the tree branches above them, the leafy foliage blocking some of the pinching ice. "But what would we do after we started gathering them up?"

[~echo~]

Edward pondered this for a moment, recalling a story he had been told as a child. "Well, first, we should start going by other names. It probably wouldn't be safe parading around with our real names. Then I suppose we could... steal from them to help other paupers such as ourselves."

[Light]

"It would be foolish to flaunt around our names," Aromir agrees, and starts to tap his fingers against his leg. "...and, I suppose, it is as if we have nothing to lose at the moment. That might just make all of this more bearable--helping others."

[~echo~]

Edward smiled- somebody understood. "Yeah. So, what do you want me to call you? I think I'll be... Robin."

(Lol xD)

[Light]

(Lawl)

"Eh..." his lips press together in thought, "Burn--seems fitting," he smiles, his eyes full of self-loathing. "Nice to meet you."

[~echo~]

Robin watched him and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Burn."

[Light]

His head dips in greeting and he goes back to watching the trees, "let us try not to die before we get started, shall we?"

[~echo~]

"A good plan," Robin agreed as the trees creaked ominously around them. He poked at the fire with a stick. "We should try to make a lean-to- it looks like it's going to rain," he said, pointing at what they could see of the darkening sky. "I have a piece of canvas that should work if we just make the skeleton up against a tree."

[Light]

"I can deal with the skeleton," Burn says while standing up. "I gathered some good sticks for it earlier, before it started with this weather." the end of his cloak drags against the ground as he moves to the side of the tree, picking up some fairly long and flexible branches.

[~echo~]

Robin nodded and stood himself, finding a place where three trees with low branches grew close together. "Let's build it here," he said. "My canvas is big enough to stretch along the top and we can put sticks along the sides with leaves to protect the sides." He took out his canvas from his pack and unfolded it- it was as large as two large tablecloths.

[Light]

Stabbing the sticks into the ground, Burn starts setting up the sides as his companion had suggested. "Lets hope it can hold out for as long as we'll need it."