"Hm?  What do you owe me for, Riley?"  The shepherdess was slightly supprised to see the other woman.  Usually so engrossed with her paintings, she remembered quite a few missed festivals.  She shook her head and took the copper coin, well, that was something she could save.  Perhaps at the next festival there would be another - kinder - merchant selling bells.  Or at least she might have enough coin saved by the time another came.  She pocketed the coin in her wollen sash, looking up to the warrior woman who gave her coins as well for the bread.  She looked at the money in her hand then to the woman, "I could buy three with all this...  Are you sure you want me to buy though...  Oh..."  When the other woman more or less ignored her in leu of getting herself some mead.  "Ohhh...  Boyo...  She definately is not from around here..."  Biting her lip, she looked at Riley, "Do you think you could buy the cinnamon bread?  The father is at his stall today, he always gives me burned pieces..."