A young woman, heavily laden with various sized boxes, picked her way carefully through the throngs of people as they hurried about the busy streets of the city. Long arms wrapped fully around a large brown parcel, she peeked carefully around the collection she carried. She wasn't particularly tall, standing just shy of 5'4". She wore simple white robes, edged in a pale blue color that hugged the outside curve of her arms, exposing her pale, slender shoulders. The long sleeves had been rolled up, hanging loosely about her elbows.<br/><br/>"Oh, look out!" She  exclaimed in exasperation as children rushed by her, knocking her slightly in the process. The boxes shuddered dangerously as she struggled to keep them in place.<br/><br/>With much effort and careful footing, she managed to make it to door of a shop just off of the main street. Several branches and sprigs of dried leaves and flowers hung in the open window and the fragrance of sage and peppermint hung thickly about the place. The aged sign that hung outside read "Somerset Apothecary". Footing the door open, the woman kicked it wide and hurried to make it inside before it could swing shut again.<br/><br/>The shop was dimly lit from the windows and a large chandelier hung from the ceiling, candles burning low in their sockets. A rather portly, woman stood behind the counter, Her long red curls flecked with gray. She quickly cleared bottles off of the long, pitted counter before her.<br/><br/>"Ya alright there, Sil?" She asked in a pleasant voice as the woman set down the boxes with a huff.<br/><br/>"As well as can be expected, Maggie". She replied, stepping out from behind the tower of packages.<br/><br/>She was young, maybe in her mid twenties. Her features were clearly elven in nature, but the long, pointy ears of her kind were not to be seen, hidden behind sheets of pale blond hair perhaps. She wore simple jewelry on her person. Small pear-shaped jade earrings and a silver locket in the shape of a book. What she lacked in bust, she more than made up for with hips. This caused her robes to fit somewhat oddly around her curves. Her hands were stained various shades of green, and her nails were almost frightfully dirty.  The belt about her hips carried several objects. Small leather pouches tied shut. Some carried bottles but the contents of the rest were unknown. Two daggers were also present, one on each side, and a small, leather bound book bounced against the left side of her bottom as she walked.<br/><br/>"I think I'm going to take a break for now, Maggie." She said in an exasperated voice, dusting off her robes with lack of enthusiasm. "I've had enough flower picking for one day." And with that,she waved goodbye and headed back out into the afternoon sun.<br/><br/>Once outside, she paused to watch the various people rushing about. Ever since the prince had announced the reopening of the schools and libraries, the city had been filled with all sorts of people. Street performers had taken to the corners and the mood of the place seemed to had lifted, almost to a tangable level. Her vivid green eyes danced about for a few more moments before she headed to the grand entrance of the city, bored and in the mood for people watching.