[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/4mYnQ1v/Final.jpg[/img][/center] [color=f49ac2]"Annnd..."[/color] the girl gave one strong, final pull on the rope she was holding. It made her fall flat on the ground, but it also caused the large outside roof, made out of tissue, from her caravan to raise in the air and finally come to cover the counter she had brought out earlier. On the side of her caravan she had a compartment that opened where she could display some goods outside, which also closed and could be locked if she left. Most of her wares, however, were inside the caravan. [color=f49ac2]"...there you go! Done!"[/color] Hina stood back up, clapping her hands together to remove the dust and dirt from her fall, then put both fists on her hips in a proud manner, looking at her now set-up caravan-shop-home. [color=f49ac2]"Haha! Now all that's left is customers!"[/color] Turning around, Hina found the part of town where she had set up be unusually empty. It [i]was[/i] a trading town before anything else, after all, and the Trade Festival had been delayed. That's right! [i]Delayed[/i] and not [i]cancelled[/i]. Which meant... A few moments later, after safely locking up all of her wares and belongings, Hina almost kicked open the doors of the Inn saying; [color=f49ac2]"Hello, locals! I'll take..."[/color] raising a hand in the air to announce what her order will be, Hina missed the step and fell flat on the wooden floor, her hand still raised above her head...but! in a flash she was back on her feet, laughing nervously while scratching the back of her head. Finally, she sat at a table. [color=f49ac2]"I'll take one Ale, please!"[/color] The Merchant put down a rather big looking bag for her size, and out from it she got all the equipment necessary to write letters. A delayed Trade Festival only meant more opportunities.