<span style="color: goldenrod">"Interesting, interesting..."</span>Aishia spoke absently, but  as nice as they were she didn't think of buying them. She was fairly confident that her own mana production was good enough as it was, and even if it wasn't, it would come with a hefty price tag. Aishia may liked treating herself to something nice every so often, but she didn't have the money for something like this. She simply walked away to put the gauntlets back when a feeling of dread overcame her. It was worse than before; before it was just an eerie feeling. But now, the feeling was so intense, she couldn't describe it with words. The closest she could compare it to was when she and Sheo had camped outside a town one night, and they were nearly attacked by a gang of thugs. Had Aishia not awaken Sheo, they may have well been killed. A similar feeling swept over her now, but looking around, she did not immediately see the source.<br/><br/>Aishia felt scared. She wanted to know the source of this aura, but now that it seemed to powerful, she felt that she needed to put distance from it. After putting away the scarf and gauntlet, she was about to leave. But before she could, a trio of cloaked figures came into the door.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: goldenrod">"It's them...!"</span></span>Her eyes turned wide as she watched the three figures walked towards the shopkeeper. Aishia's mind went into a mad frenzy trying to make sense of this feeling.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: goldenrod">"This feeling of death is coming from them, but why?! Are they killers? Will they die? Should I do something? But... But this is just a feeling. There's nothing I can do, isn't there?"</span></span>Fear was taking over Aishia's mind, as well as uncertainty. There was just too many questions for her to come to an answer.<br/><br/>But these feelings were quickly quelled when she saw one of the hooded figures draw a knife. He had it hidden in his sleeve, and Aishia still was uncertain what she should do. She didn't know if she should attack or run. But there was one thing for certain: She was not going to become a victim, nor allow one to be made. Aishia removed her magic staff, disguised as an amulet. With utter silence she sneaked behind one cloaked figure, hiding her emotions as she prepared herself for a conflict. When faced with fear and filled with panic, without any idea of what to do, all she can do is appear calm.