A new face around the camp, her face always looking towords dawn

As dawn yet again approaches the camp, the woman steps into the light. Her full plate is no masterwork piece of art, her blade but a well forged but common piece. Blonde hair, streaked with read falls down her back, secured in a tight ponytail.
She looks up as the first rays of light start to banish the shadows around her, a smile crossing her face. Her eyes seem to almost glow as the the light touches them, blue very easy to see.

Praises to the Morning lord on her lips for those passing by to hear. Taking her blade in hand she starts her practicing , edge cutting through the morning air over, and over again. The longer she is at it the more intense she grows at it, vigor rising with each passing moment to the point where sweat glistens off of her forehead and breathing becomes ragged. It is at this point her ritual can be interrupted, while she doesn't stop her training, she is quick to share a smile and a few words for anyone who would want to do so with her. Alice, her name.

Come the early afternoon, or in rare cases the late morning, she retires from this, sometimes seeking food, other times getting herself more acquainted with the surrounding area.

But everyone dawn she returns, and with every coming let Him be praised . For today, is a new day