Margarett
```RP Terminated```
Mirian
Mallow DIED. The end!
Michael
Here we gather today to mourn the loss of
Paul
```Claimed we have revived Mallow through necromancy.```

*Market time! It wasn't particularly busy at the market, in fact, it was quite... Calm for once. Probably due to something all that not important, anyways, there were at least some people in the marketplace shopping, one of those people being a ferrothorn. What was this ferrothorn doing you may ask? Well, they were just buying baking ingredients during their break, since everyone has a break in their job, even as a soldier for another kingdom protecting the one you now live in!

He wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings, buying stuff like flour with the cash he had on hand, since he didn't have that much flour, womp womp. It was kinda expensive today as well, something about it being fresh? Flour can be fresh? Eh. Not really all that important, after haggling down the price a bit he had finally finished buying one item off his checklist.*
Mirian
"What are you buying."

Who knows how long Mallow had been standing beside the Ferrothorn. Regardless, she was here now, and her curiosity had been piqued. She had learned enough to know of the wonders of capitalism, and the exchanging of goods. However, exchanging any kind of good for a sack of powder was far out of her league of knowledge.
Paul
"Wuh-" 

*The ferrothorn looked around and saw the skitty standing right next to them, almost accidentally dropping the bag of flour they were gonna put in their bag. Thankfully, they caught it in time with one of their spikes, that would've ended up pretty bad if he didn't catch it... He soon would place it in the bag.*

"Oh, didn't notice you there little one. I'm just simply buying flour so I can make some treats later." *He'd state in a calm manner.*