Several hours had passed by the time Shikoi had finally stopped walking. Entering her store, she flipped the sign to "open" and sat behind the counter. There was a lot of commotion going on regarding merchants and the guild. If anything it was going to be a noisy day for the guild master. She somewhat felt bad for him, but why would she care about someone she barely interacted with? The old man was also probably going to get a lot of customers, so good for him. That being said people were coming inside the shop. She stopped herself from scowling and waited for them to get their items.
What she would do to lay down on a bed and relax as the sun rose by. Shikoi began taking the items and priced their products. Unfortunately, it seemed like that her customer wasn't pleased with her products. "What do you mean you don't sell yams!" Shikoi merely rolled her eyes as the man slammed his fist onto the counter. "I'll tell you before and I'll tell you again, we don't sell yams here." The man was obviously not taking her disrespect well. "It's the beginning of winter! You can't tell you don't have any yams here!" Well, actually she did. She had stored them somewhere within this house, but was she going to get them? "You can just buy your crops, or leave." Shikoi said.