Marketplace, Peninsula Town, Holy Land
12th day of the harvest season, 9th hour
"That will be five silver pieces, my lady."
Lillete gave the money to the woman at the stall. "Thank you," she said. Lillete placed the carrots in the basket and went on her way. She took another look at the basket and realized that she was almost done.
As much as she wanted to continue studying her magic at the mansion, Lillete knew she had to get away from there and calm down. It took a lot of persuasion on her part to let the butlers hand over the grocery list, but she was able to convince them to let her do the shopping. It was a good idea, as the hunt for the food took up most of her attention.
Lillete almost had all of the ingredients. All that was left was the potatoes and the chef would have everything he needed for tonight. While walking over to a stall, she saw a familiar sight – the main plaza was up ahead. Lillete decided to take a detour and visit the statue there. The copper statue depicted a man in a mage's robe holding a spear. Lillete approached the front of the statue and saw the familiar plaque:
Sir Francois Delacroix
Former captain of the Holy Shield Guard 627-639 A.D.W.
The statue of Lillete's father was made nearly 25 years ago, when he retired from the Holy Shield Guard in order to help with the expansion of territories in the Holy Land. "Father," Lillete said to herself. "You have been gone for far too long. If you were here, then maybe mother…" Lillete stopped her train of though. She was out here to get her focus off of life at the mansion. She stepped back and offered a prayer to her father before walking back to the market.
"Excuse me ma'am, but you look like you can use some magical goods!"
Lillete turned around and saw a horse-drawn carriage approaching her. The cart itself was loaded with a variety of staffs, weapons, tomes, and other goods. In the front seat of the carriage was a rugged man dressed in leather armor from head to toe. His dark brown eyes were barely visible from under his helmet, and his right arm was wrapped in a cloth that was marked with runes.
"I am sorry," Lillete said, "but who are you?"
"Just a traveling salesman," the man said, "looking to open up shop here. I'm guessing you're a noble, going by the way you talk and dress."
"Correct," Lillete said. "I am Lillete Delacroix, daughter of the Lady Penelope Delacroix."
"Ah," the man said, "the noble's daughter. Perfect! I need to talk to her to open shop. Think you can help me?"
"Why," Lillete asked, "may I ask, did you try to sell me your wares before getting my mother's permission?"
"Can't blame a merchant for trying?" The merchant said. "I'll even throw in a discount if you convince your mother to let me sell here."
The merchant's tone and audacity was starting to annoy Lillete. She felt like telling the merchant to leave herself when she noticed a stack of books that he pulled out. "I'm guessing that you're a Holy Mage, given that you're a noble of these lands." The merchant said. "If you're interested in studying the other schools of magic, then I got all the tomes you'll need. If you're also interested, I have staffs and other weapons that can help your casting, plus many more items!"
Lillete's irritation was replaced with curiosity. "You said that you had all the tomes, correct?"
"Yeah," the merchant said, "everything for each of the magic schools – the legal ones, at least."
"And these other items, do they include tools?"
"Basic and runic," the merchant said. He pulled out a regular hammer, and another one that had a rune engraved onto the head. "The later cost extra, naturally." The merchant looked ahead and started waving his hand. "Excuse me sir," he said, "but you look like the kind of man who can use some magical items in his life."
Lillete turned around and saw the person the merchant was talking to. It was certainly a man judging by the features of his torso, but that's all that was noticeable. He was partially covered in a brown cloak with the hood up, and had a brown bandanna covering the bottom part of his face. His presence alone made Lillete nervous. The man stared at the merchant for a while before averting his gaze and walking away into the marketplace.
"Aw well," the merchant said, "you can't get every person on Medea to buy your goods. What about you, miss?"
What shall you do?
-[] Report the brown robed man to your mother immediately. He seems suspicious.
-[] Ignore it. You are worrying about nothing.
--[] Stay with the merchant.
--[] Continue grocery shopping.
-[] Other (Write in)