It was but child's play to slip on her oversized hoodie, put on the shoes she hid under her bed, and slip out the window. No one in her house would bother to check on her in her room anyways, much less try to get in when she locked her doors.

After that it was but a short walk to the shop, where a creepy looking attendant with bags under his eyes greeted her. Momoka didn't have to say much, just signal to the counter and walked towards her usual spot in the back. She had been here many times before, so the attendant was already used to her.

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There was a lot of herbs today. Perhaps because people grew tired of gathering them in favour of something more exciting like hunting or raiding those dungeons. Thus, today, she walked cheerfully towards one of the entrances to Han's crossing, her inventory filled with potions and some random thing she picked up along the way. Finding a good spot beside one of the entrance, she took out a large piece of cloth, and spread it on the ground carefully. Scribbling on a piece of wood, she hung it on a post beside her, before arranging a variety of potions on the cloth.

'Pots for sale', the sign read clearly, words that would surely attract those people who were coming and going through this path. Just as she predicted it would, several people stopped by, buying a few potions each time. Faelethuil opened her journal, logging in the amount of people that visited her. There was a good amount of traffic, ensuring that there would be some who bought the items, but she noticed the people in parties bought more. Going on raids perhaps.

"Hmm... I should raise my level more too."

After the last of her potions were sold out, she packed up, her inventory now lighter, but her purse having more heft to it. Humming to herself, she walked back to town, looking for simple hunting missions for some quick exp, preferably one that doesn't lead to asshole PKers aiming to kill low levels to pad their stats.