The White Horse Inn, Act II

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An excitement filled the air as Lairwyn walked out of her small house and closed the door snugly behind her. She lived close enough to the center of town that the sounds and smells of the market were already stimulating her senses. The slight skip in her step moved her along more quickly than her normal pace, and she arrived at the edge of the stalls within minutes.

Taking a moment to soak everything in, Lairwyn took a deep breath and thought about what to see first. She tucked a blonde strand behind her ear as she turned to the right and surveyed what was in store in that direction. A few stalls from where she stood hens were restless in their cages. A little further down the row, a woman had a variety of materials and ribbons laid out, and Lairwyn made a mental note to stop there before the day was over. She’d saved a little extra money this week after an unexpected birth two nights ago, and she hoped to maybe find a nice fabric with which she could make a new dress.

To her left Lairwyn spotted a produce stand she would need to visit to pick up some onions and tomatoes. This direction led to the center of the activities and what looked to the woman like a play or production of some sort. It was decided; Lairwyn pulled the handle of her basket up over her arm and made her way toward the center.