Keyla strolled through the bustling marketplace of the village centre. Many citizens of the village were wandering from merchant to merchant examining their wares before moving forward to the next in hope of seeking a fair price on various trinkets and fruits. The young female archer observed the sun rising over the village, taking in the radiance she once awoke to huddled on the bedraggled ground.

Politely nodding toward passing citizens and merchants Keyla repositioned her bow and quiver of arrows and continued onward toward her destination. Despite her mother's necklace, Keyla's bow was her prized position, crafted a faraway village known for it's fine weaponry it was yet to fail her. Keyla stopped at a certain merchant's cart surveying the various brightly fruits each with an aroma sweet enough to make one's mouth water.