Morning.
Marketplace.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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The customers leave with smiles on their faces, one refused to take a pillow bag while the man almost made a show of calling a cart he couldn't afford. Helena thought perhaps he was trying to impress her, but she was already impressed by another.
The customers were satisfied with their purchases and the delightful experience of interacting with the sweet-talking pillow seller.
"Oh? Look who it is" a voice made her look up from the design she was sewing onto a white pillow she was making. Lady Jerald.
"Lady Theodores' handbag" a new face delivered.
Helena rolled her eyes. "I see two confused ladies," she said sharply.
"You are not to talk back to us, we are not of your status, you are way beneath us, learn to talk properly" Lady Jerald scowled as she stepped forward.
