Hilda let out a small huff as she carried a hefty crate filled with spices. She had been consuming her time all evening with aiding a merchant whom had just received his goods from a foreign country. The young woman usually spent her days as such just to have a small amount of pocket money to roam about with. Though she did receive pay from picking off enemies, she did dabble a little in peasant life to make just a little more for herself and others if needed.

[b]"There you are my boy!"[/b] The old merchant patted Hilda's back as she set the crate down in front of him. [b]"You've been working hard all day, I hope this isn't troubling."[/b]
Hild shook her head in reply and wiped her forehead with the sleeve of her cotton blouse.
[b]"Here you are, take a little extra for being such a hard worker. You'll be quite a fitting man."[/b] The merchant placed a few coins in the palm of the presumed male's hand and wandered back into his shop, leaving Hilda to finish off her day. 

She shoved the coins into a small leather pouch holstered onto her hip and sauntered off. Her figure had disappeared into a looming spot in the alleyway and just as suddenly her armored silhouette had shimmied up walls and stood up on the roof.