The shopkeeper fidgeted awkwardly as she was standing between Melva and Rosetta. She was ready to flee the shop at any moment, but the glare the blacksmith occasionally gave her rooted her to the spot. The tension in the air was palpable, suffocating everyone who breathed the air in the area. The distrust Rosetta showed to Melva caused her to have her guards up, alarms blaring in her mind that warned her to not trust her as well. This was troublesome, for she came here to seek answers, not seek new enemies.
"I am not choosing any sides. However, because I am a newcomer, I just think that I need to know a few things if I am going to be a duchess in this region. I am not particularly fond of being ignorant and oblivious," reasoned Melva, although she was convinced Rosetta would not believe her.
