Meena went to several shops, clothing shops, jewelry shops, even a pastry shop, not buying anything. She had grown up without any of those things, why would she be interested in them now. She was just wasting time, it annoyed her, she wish she did have interest in something more mundane so she could use it to fill the gaps of time in her life. She kept visiting places with a sluggish disinterest, but one of the shopkeepers tried striking a conversation with her. At first it was typical with him just trying to sell something, but then he asked her what her husband did. She told him she wasn't married, then he asked her what she did.<br/><br/>The cover story she had come up with was that she was a prostitute, it was a good pick because who would they talk to to confirm that. No one would want to confess to seeing a prostitute, and certainly weren't open about it enough to question. But she had never actually had to tell anyone that before, until now. She found it surprisingly hard, it would shut down this conversation entirely, he would surely be disgusted with her, might even ask her to leave if he had a real bug up his behind about it. She lied about being an herbalist instead, she did have experience in that area, both poisons and antidotes obviously, but as well as remedies and other healing knowledge. Those things were very useful to her in her real line of work. The man asked more about what she did as an herbalist and her skillful lying convinced him completely. She even said that her work didn't keep her busy enough, as the best lies hid in some truths. The man suggested thinking about setting up an herbalist shop, he himself loved being a shop keeper, being able to talk to all sorts of people and it kept him wonderfully busy. Meena told him she'd think about it then said goodbye.<br/><br/>She then headed to the bank, she had money to put away. Once getting there she heard a man trying to buy a shop. Her earlier conversation gnawed at her, she couldn't really open up a herbalist's shop could she? She knew nothing about it, not even about how to start. This man seemed to, she wasn't making any decision just yet, but asking about it couldn't hurt anything. She walked up to him, bowed slightly to him and then smiled sweetly. "I couldn't help but over hear that you're looking into starting a shop. Someone recently suggested to me that I think about starting an herbalist's shop. The problem is I have no idea how I would even begin doing that. So I don't want be a bother, but I was wondering how simple or complicated it is to start one as you are about to." She wasn't really sure what to expect all she knew was that this was one of many things she knew nothing about.