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the woman’s fingertips coasting along the damages as he spoke. “i see..” her words floating in the air as she plucked some strings from the pouch’s threading. “as for this satchel: i can offer you a brand new one, but it’ll cost quite a bit of coin- or i could repair it for less!”

‘what a polite thing to do!’ she’d quietly praise within her mind, nodding in approval to present his wares. upon revealing it her eyebrows would rise in amazement as she inspected the satchel, “well it’s certainly.. breathing..!”

“no worries, it happens all the time!” she would say honestly, a gentle shrug rolling along her shoulders. although, now that she mentioned it.. it DOES happen all the time! a plan of crafting a larger sign would start to sprout, snapped away at the faint sound of objects being placed.

the hidden wolf would have to restrain a wag from her tail at the peculiar man’s words. his notice of her crimson irises, along with the compliment of being scented as strong, it certainly roused a polite smile to her lips.

“i can say the same for you, sir, but i am simply a humble haberdasher!”

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𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲-𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀. 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘇𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝘁, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆.

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝐢𝐬 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.
𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀. 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱, 𝗖𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗶 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆.

𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿.

𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁; 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘁.. 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝘆: 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀.

𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 - 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲.

𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿; 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁.
𝗮 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴, 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱, 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝘀. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆.

𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻, 𝗖𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗶 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻. 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲- 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲.

𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘀, 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗲; 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁.

𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘄𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱. 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘂𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗹𝘀. 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱.