Walking along a hillside overlooking the sea, Jeanne would sit down, sighing as she takes out a small paper bag with bread and cheese, rations they may be, jeanne is still thankful of the food she has when out on crusades to protect her people.. The wind blows silently as the camp nearby roars with cheers.. fient to her, due to distance..

They're roudy as always...

She talks to herself.. her spear stabbed into the ground beside her, the bannar on it slowly swaying in the wind as she eats