[h2]Fey[/h2]

The young witch was frankly stunned when two gentlemen stepped up to her stand.  Usually her first customers were women or even children, wanting to see her oddities.

One of the men, a hulking (at least compared to her) man started perusing her wares.  She was about to tell him that he shouldn't be touching the merchandise, but the other man, clad head to toe in light armor and looking to all the world like some kind of...

[i]Hunter...[/i]

Fey's eyes went wide, even as he asked about Wolfsbane, gold, lavender, and silver.  She knew as well as anyone that those were materials that were specifically sought to combat witches, her kind.  She stammered slightly.  "W-we...I don't carry those things..."

[i]"I'll take this [b]olive oil[/b],[/i] the other man said just then.  Fey took the money that he left on hr cart and as he walked away, her sense of stairway wit kicked in and she said, as much to herself as to the Hunter who stood before her, "He must've mean, 'I-love-you' oil."  She managed a weak laugh as she spotted Sombra out of the corner of her eye.  She shook her head slightly.  If this guy found her out and meant to kill her, she didn't want Sombra to jump the gun.  She could easily escape into the shadows of things got dicey.

She cleared her throat and spoke to the Hunter again.  "I don't carry those things because I sold the last of my stock in the last town...  Do you know how hard gold is to come by?"  She spread her hands over her wares and added, "But you're free to see if there might be anything else you'd be interested in?"  She held one of her crystals aloft, dangling by a leather strap.  "For instance, this crystal can redirect you inner humours and align them to...increase your...stamina."  She gave a weak smile that made it seem obvious that not even she believed what she was saying.

In fact, inwardly, she was too distracted by planning her way out of this guy found her out.

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