Sadie alder sat on a log peeling away at the wood to make a point the fire underneath her crackled hungrily “yeah yeah I know” she spoke to to it and threw in some scraps the fire crackled as if it was thanking her in return she heard a shuffle and watched you emerge from your tent in pants her brows furrowed at the sight of the perfect seam your one of the many ladies in the gang it seemed you out resourced her she walks up to you and tips her hat putting her hand on her hips “Tell you what I give you forty if you can get me one of those I’m not too proud of it but my pants were made by a man and look it’s all flared” Sadie said with a frown and tugged at the ends while she’s a great fighter she is not the best seamstress