The red-haired woman put a bandana on her head, then put a black apron on her body. All around her are ovens with large molds, a bucket filled with chunks of dough, and a small table with piles of paper.
She took a deep breath of the morning air, then clasped her hands together.
"O, my lord. Make today a good day for me." The woman began to pray by closing her eyes. "Bring the buyers to me so that I can continue to sell this delicious food. I want to make people happy with their tongues."
Sensing a strange aura, the woman opened her eyes and looked up. She found a cloud of fog floating in the air.
Instead of being surprised, the woman prepared to take a knife from the table and focus on the fog.
And not long after, a young brown-haired woman fell from the fog, hitting the dirt road in front of the red-haired woman's stall.
The red-haired woman didn't take the knife and looked from the stall instead. Her gaze fell on the buttons of that woman carrying a great sword.
