Away from Elise who wondered about her sister in the White Mansion, a young girl came out from a small hut in a certain village. Her hair which she tied to a high ponytail was black in color, and her eyes that were bright blue shifted from one house to another. When she walked out of her house, a woman passed by the house, "Oh, Esther! Are you leaving now?"
The girl with the black hair whose name was called Esther offered a wide smile to the woman who was a neighbor to her house, "Mrs. Donahue, I will be leaving to the market."
Mrs. Donahue looked at her, her eyes shifting from Esther's black hair to her dress, noticing that the girl was dressed lightly a worried expression came to the woman's face, "You should dress a little thicker, my dear. What do you think about the work I offer you? It's unfortunate that the last place where you were about to work at was burn to ashes. What was the family's name again?"
"Lipton," said the Esther for the woman to nod.
