Claribel was hyperventilating, what should she do? She'd lose either way, admit to who she is, and she gets taken away, with her dream of freedom with it, and perhaps something worse than that. If she lied and refused, she'd lose the money and therefore she has to stay hidden from her aunt. She looks at the bread that has been baking in the oven for some time, takes it out, and wraps it in a cloth.<span style="font-style: italic">Should I? Or should I not?</span>She musters up the courage to come to the counter. She placed her bread into the counter, the strange customer still there, of course, and after some awkward silence, finally said to him "...no...I don't know who she is..." Eyeing the sack of coins still there, almost tearing up at the fact she won't be having her dream of freedom soon, added "...but if I...got some...information about her...I'd tell you..." The customer sighed and taking the sack of coins, left the place, but not before muttering a simple "Alright." to Claribel.<br/><br/>More silence, that is, until a customer spoke up "I would like to take that bred you have there now." Claribel replied "Ah, yes...your order...you could take this now..."<span style="font-style: italic">At least you can still give me money, a hundredth of what was in that sack that is.</span><br/><br/>It was almost dusk and it's time for Claribel to set for home. She replaced her apron with her satchel, and closed up the bakery. When she came home, she saw that strange customer again walking away from the door. She entered home, saw her father with a bottle and in shock, immediately asked him "What was going on here!?"