She pulled on her leather skin boots, fastened a dark cloak over her shoulders to ward off the chill of the wind, and tucked her messy unbound blond hair into a cap. With a deep breath, and her throbbing finger concealed by her crossed arms, she stepped out into the colourless village. Wooden houses, not unlike her own, lined the muddy paths and cart ways. Some way to the left, was the apothecary, a small wooden sign above the door depicting herbs and potions the only indication that the building was something other than a dilapidated home.

She tentatively stepped forward, some untrodden snow crackling beneath her feet before giving way to the wet, muddy slosh that had been trampled already by those who were brave enough to venture out in duty of their trade. Her boots squelched softly in the mud, other villagers were already outside; Preparing their wares or searching for the best produce before anyone else could claim it. There was a lot of talk going around, nothing she thought would be too important.