The guards grew suspicious when Eleanor didn't come out of the shop for a long time. They began to wonder why she was taking so long and went into the shop to check on her, only to find the shopkeeper who was counting money.
"Where has she gone?" One of them with curly hair asked, slamming his fist on the counter.
The shopkeeper flinched and jumped off of her stool. She shuddered under his ferocious glare. "She is changing her clothes," she said, pointing to the opposite room. Her voice and fingers both shook.
"Call her," the curly-haired man demanded emphatically. "It is getting late. Ask her to come out quickly."
The shopkeeper was trembling in fear. She had no courage to turn him down. She rushed over to the door and knocked. "Miss, are you done?"
There was no reply from the other side. It paled her. She trembled even more as she turned to face the tall men behind her, an awkward smile on her face.
