Lieutenant Uriah MacCuffey was a vain, yet realistic young soldier, living to his mid-twenties. He has oily black hair slicked into a low ponytail, a long, curled mustache, dark brown eyes, and sun-tanned skin. He's skipper, but intelligent. He's young and naive, yet experienced and a good listener. He's out-going and loves attention, and yet he is woefully single.

In a party of dozens of dozens of dozens of soldiers, he's one of the few that didn't have a wife. A good four-fifths of the soldiers had brides on their hips, helping to cook the food for the soldiers, wash their clothing, and mend their tunics and armor. And yet, as much as he tried, the young Lieutenant could not get a woman to stay with him! He was honorable, he simply had horrible luck with the women he meets. They're all married! Every one of them that was young and pretty was already married!

But still, with every new village he visited, he combed his hair and trimmed his beard and vainly searched the faces of the young women for any who would bide him any glance longer than a fleeting, uninterested look.

Today, the soldiers arrived in Grassrunner's Village, along the plains of Valley Plain in the Crown Region of Taverene. It was a quaint village, with houses of stone and one of the many rivers passing next to it. Uriah and some of the other soldiers were beginning to set up camp, working hard under the hot sun to pitch tents and create fires.

Watching the group of soldiers was some of the village folk, all with Earthy-colored hair and sun-tanned complexions similar to Uriah's. But walking past that group was a young woman with an appearance unlike anything he'd ever seen before, and he was mesmerized.

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The young woman spared the soldiers a glance, walking swiftly past them across the village to the other side, but she slowed long enough to watch Lieutenant Uriah and Private Soren Melborn, another young soldier that was wife-less, as they worked tirelessly. Uriah took that opportunity to show off a bit, flexing his shoulders as he carried not one, but two tents from the wagon to the ground. And it hardly a moment before he was living for this woman's attention. That unique face, and it was staring at him!

He had to find out if she was a married woman or not... Uriah's hopes weren't high. She was absolutely ethereal, there's no way she didn't have a husband already... but there was nothing wrong with asking anyway! No harm, no foul. And if she was a maiden by any chance, he'd be following her all afternoon to find out who her father was to get permission to marry her and bring her with him on their journeying...