<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/9e/9c/769e9cac4a0900cbe7088b6ca20c8fcc.jpg?b=t)</div>Today was a very odd market day, all things considered. Quite out of the ordinary by Allia's standards. For one she had the day off from her normal job so she was able to help her family set up their stand and put out their wares. She may not be much for work on the farm, but she couldn't mess up this sort of work too badly, and her time in the magic shop had taught her good presentation of merchandise. This also gave her the added bonus of spending some quality time with her family where she didn't feel like she was getting in their way.  Her brothers and sisters, her aunts and uncles, cousins, mother and father, they were all always so busy with farm life that spending time with them and not feeling like she was slowing them down or getting in their way was rare. It was why she enjoyed market days where she was off from work, as rarely as that happened. Market day tended to coincide with payday, so more often than not it was all hands on deck at her job as well. But every now and then she manages to get it off and spend the morning setting up the stand with her family. So already today was a rare day, but it was about to come a mythical one.<br/><br/>Of all things to come into town, a royal messenger! and it didn't take long for the young halfling girl to hear of the job they had posted, or the shocking value of the reward.<em>with even a fraction of that coin...</em>she pondered to herself.<em>I could start a sizable savings effort towards some of the pricier magic materials...</em>A wry and somewhat self-abasing smile crept to her face<em>granted it is probably more likely I blow it all on books...Besides one little self taught mage isn't going to beable to handle a gang of bandits that caught royal rangers...</em><br/><br/><br/>She stopped in her work as a thought struck her. "But...3 spellcasters might..." she mumbled to herself.<br/><br/>"Eh? What was that?" Keith, the next oldest child after she asked. looking up from the crate he had just cracked open.<br/><br/>"Oh? Nothing. Look, I just remembered something important I've got to do today. I'll catch up later!"<br/><br/>Before anyone could protest she zipped off as fast as her legs could carry her. Like a silver little blur, the fair-haired maiden weaved through the marketplace, eyes darting here and there hoping to catch a glimpse of Simonette or Vanessë. This was probably stupid, crazy even. Chances where that her friend would be more likely to talk her out of it than to agree to her idea...but still. This could be a chance to have a real adventure!