A nervous smile reached Althea’s lips, “I have come here in search of some herbs, my town seems to have run out and new supply won’t come in until next week.”
”Herbs? Are you an alchemist or perhaps a baker?”
Althea’s half-way smile never faltered, “Yes, I am a baker! I work in a tiny shop in Oren. I took over my mothers place when I was 15.” She looks around the man, trying to see the stalls ahead.
As Althea was about to excuse herself the man interjected and pulled her alongside him. Quickly she pulled back from him giving him a aggravated stare.
“If you could please excuse me, I need to go search for my herbs. Not go off somewhere with a random man!” Althea storms off from the quiet man with a brisk speed.
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