Scraping her knives against her whetstone Aya prepared herself for another day at the market. Ever since coming to Halrock, she's managed to sell at least three of her knives, but she feared that the small village wouldn't pay enough to fund a safe trip to the near by city. She swore she saw the same farmer or miner walk by her at least five times, telling her that everyone who had any interest in her wares had long since been met. All she needed was to sell two or three more for a good price, and she could pay of her inn tab and buy some supplies or a safe passage to the next city. [b]"But it ain't ever that easy...."[/b]

Truthfully, Aya contemplated robbing some homes to get her money. But even if she would consider the option, she knew very little about this town aside from it's name. She didn't know who'd have money stored away, or who was trustworthy enough to fence goods for her, or even what sort of security this place had. The best she could try to do is pick some pockets, but as a stranger to this town that was more a gamble than she could afford. Once someone noticed their purse has gone missing they'll be pointing fingers at the newcomer, Aya, and they'd be right. No, if she was going to rob anyone, she'd need time to prepare. Time she doesn't have to waste on what-ifs. She just hoped business would do well today.

And from the shrieking that came out of no where, business was going to be the last of her concerns. [b]"Gods... Just my luck..."[/b]