There was something odd in her words. As if she was claiming that it was the last time anyone could see her. The man frowned but did not press her when he saw her cold face.
She did not want to talk about it and he had no reason to force a woman to share her private matters.
"They were criminals who kidnap young girls or boys left alone at night. They lure them with an offer to take them to their home and kidnap them. You are lucky that we were on patrol." She knew that he was trying to strike up a conversation.
His voice was warm and he was making sure that she did not feel pressured. It was a kind gesture and she sighed. She was just in a bad mood.
She weighed her options and decided to tell the partial truth,
"I already have a possessive fiance. He minds if I walk alone or meet another man. I was here with him to deliver the herbs to a rich count. The man looked at me with a leering gaze. So, Tavern asked me to go first.
