>>5195374>>5195377You figure, as a stranger in this land, it's your responsibility to approach civilly. Remembering the sword at your side, you step forward.
The figure is an old woman bundled in a rags. She stops her cart when she spots you approaching. "Oh, outsiders!" she says, her voice weak and crackly. "There hasn’t been this many outsiders here in all my life, but now? Ah, first that bard fellow, then the wizard. Now you! Welcome!"
At a glance, she doesn't appear to be carrying any weapons. Her cart is covered by a cloth. A savory smell of baked wheat & flour wafts from the cart, making your stomach rumble.
You eye the cart suspiciously.
"Hello," you say. "I'm Aranuel." You pause. "Are you... selling food?"
"Why yes I am," she says with a motherly smile. "Pastries, fresh from the oven. Would you like some?"
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