I know she is in the thieves camp, I will explain why she is there... Also, this will be long, I apologize.
Angella
"I burned the stupid Omlet." I said, muttering another curse.
"Ah, cool down." Jesse said.
"I don't really feel like it.."
"Why dont you tell a story, that allways calms you down."
"A true one, or a made up one."
"True, why don't you tell me how you got here?"
"Okay, but this will be long." I relate the story to her.
The morning was cold. I pulled myself from the straw matress the house mistress claimed was a bed. Or not. But she let me stay here, and aprentice the chef, and that was woth almost anything to me.
"Morning Angella." Chef Lafette said to me as I came down the stirs. I had already dressed in my normal working cloths, a black dress, flats, and a bun in my hair.
"Good morning, Chef." I said, careful to use good grammer.
"Angella, please get out the list of ingredients and fetch the raw materials." Chef asked. Raw materials were things like fresh eggs, fresh meat, fresh vedgdables ect. If it had fresh in front of it and it was not a combonation of things, it was a raw material. I look at the list.
Eggs
Meat
Carrots
I get the carrots from the garden, then go to the hen house. I open the door and slowly walk in. But I didn't shut the door behind me. All at once the chickenss star flapping and flying out the door into the woods behind me. Almost $100 worth of chickens, gone.
I was so going to be kicked out.
Tomath the gardener went strait to Mrs. Lilly. After quite a scene I was fired, kicked out, never would I cook in that kitchen again. I went to the woods to go cry for a bit. When I was deep enough in, I heard voices.
"How much did you get?" A girls voice said.
"Enough, for now. But not as much as our last.." A boy said.
"Ssh, I hear something." Silence. Then a girl pops up beside me. I scream.
"Who are you?" she asks.
"I...I...I..." I start.
"Stop blubbering and answer the question." The boy said.
"I am Angella." I said.
"Think we can trust her?" The boy asked.
"Why not? She could be usefull. She smells like ginger, obviosly a cook. She could make some half-eddible meals around here." the girl said.
And that is how I ended up with you guys.
"Myles really wasn't very nice, was he?" Jesse said.
"I don't know, you looked at me like I was going to be some sort of cooking slave." I said, laughing.
"Ah, well, even your burnt Omlets are good." She said happily munching on one.
They had all been so nice to me. And even though I had only been with them a month, this felt like home.
