[xi-] Xena is in the [3] basement of the [-(o)u] bakery where she is down and out. She sits underneath a 朽 rotten 木 tree with a 朽 rotten 丂 handle begging for any spare baking supplies (or croissants) they have. The bakers, at work, ignore her. She curses her 朽 rotten luck as her 朽 rotten teeth fall out for having only eating 朽 rotten croissants there in the basement the past couple weeks.