Working

Cisel held a pen in one hand, balling her hand around while sitting with her back to the back of the Pony, her tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth in concentration.  In front of her she had either crumbled up papers or papers with the same message poorly written on it.  She even attempted to draw herself ,though she had only seen her face once as a kid and knew she had freckles.  But anyways, Cisel wrote the best she could on the pieces of papers, using a book on writing she was given by a friendly lady in the Pony, 'Merchants of Bree.  You can join or buy stuff, just talk to Cisel in the Pony.'  Though her spelling was not that good.