Anora's callused fingers kept playing with the coins in her hand while she sat, near motionless all things considering,  on-top of this very merchant crate.  If ever she was, she was bored at this time.  It was not because the city itself bored her, with the predictable lousy information she had received about a new cloak or the people on the streets not mentioning a thing worth a damn about the golden trinket.  Rather she found herself bored at the conversation being held within the blacksmith's shop.  From the talk about the material used in the construction of some swords to what magic is used inside some gauntlet, this was the talk of the day.  And it was not like she saw anything that peaked her interest in the area around the shop.  She was caught between a metaphoric rock and hard place, on one hand she wanted to find more information about these golden amulets that had many people scared yet on the other she wanted to be out of the city in a place that would interest her.  Twirling the coins just a little bit faster, she began to think about the place where she was raised.  A picture of a lush forest sprung to mind, small animals running freely around without a care in the world and her adoptive father, the ranger.  A look of sadness fell on her face as his face flashed in her mind once more.  His rugged features, the disrepair of his attire but the look of compassion on his face was what was getting to her.  He had taken her in, risked life and limb to protect her, and he died because she had not been there to return the favor.  The sound of a coin bouncing off the ground broke her concentration.<br/><br/>Looking down, she quickly located the rebellious coin and was about to pick it up when she got the feeling that someone nearby was watching her.  Her eyes darted up, towards the direction she felt the eyes came from and quickly located the source.  Her vision was greeted by a thin, poorly dressed and washed girl who was setting up a small display outside the shop next door.  This girl was not a couple years younger than Anora herself, and she was eyeing up the bow that lay on her back.  Anora quickly assumed that she was not the owner, the display she set up appeared to be expensive yet she herself was in bad shape.  Either she was the owners daughter, or in all likely hood she was a servant girl.  Anora noticed that the display she was setting up were pieces of clothing, vests, boots and things of the sort.  Maybe they would have cloaks, so as she grabbed the coin she decided to check it out.  So standing up as gracefully as possible, keeping her eye on the girl who had resumed setting up the display and began to move in her direction.  As she neared the young girl looked up at Anora and flashed a weak smile, she spoke in a soft yet clear tone “<span style="font-style: italic">Sorry ma'am, we are not open yet.</span>”  Her eyes lingered on Anora's tattered cloak before resuming setting out some clothes on a table.  Anora returned the smile as she went back to work, before responding in an equally soft yet gentle tone “<span style="font-style: italic">I can see that, but I was wondering if you had any wool cloaks for sale when you open?</span>”  The girl quickly looked back up and responded in the same voice as before with “Yes ma'am.”  Anora quickly responded back, tilting her head slightly to the side as she spoke “<span style="font-style: italic">What's your name?</span>”  The girl looked back down at the display and finished placing another vest on the table, she grabbed a small box of various other clothes before looking back and responding “<span style="font-style: italic">Gven</span>.”  She started to move back to the door, Anora eyes following suit as her heard went back to it's natural position before Anora called her name again.  “<span style="font-style: italic">Gven, can you bring me a cloak much like mine?</span>”  And as Gven was looking back from the door Anora flicked a coin to her, who nearly dropped the crate in order to catch it.  Her eyes lit up slightly as she studied it before looking back with some joy in her eyes and said “<span style="font-style: italic">Yes ma'am.</span>”<br/><br/>In the five minutes that followed the girl brought out a new cloak which Anora over-payed for but was now on her way back to the crate when she realized she still felt like someone was watching her.  Looking down the road she noticed a couple stands and people browsing the wares but nothing that struck her as out of the ordinary.   Quickly looking the other way, she noticed Gven was now helping another customer so that ruled her out.  Deciding to move, she made her way towards an alleyway and started to walk down, with an ear out to listen for footsteps behind her.