Meanwhile, Aurora had run away from home and fallen in with a Celtic band with seven young men in it, Thorin Oakenshield and Company. She cooked and cleaned for them while they toured, and they gave her a free place to sleep, protecting her in return. One weekend they were booked at a renaissance faire, which thrilled Aurora, because she had never been to one. There were all kinds of things to see: jousting, Falconers, belly dancers, and some older women demonstrating weaving and spinning. She’d never seen anything like spinning before, and was eager to try it. Unluckily, Aurora pricked her finger on the spindle that the elderly woman dropped while passing it to her, tripped over a basket of wool trying to catch it, and hit her head on a rock and fell into a coma.