"My dear, what happened?" The woman from the vendor rolled some nicotine in a leaf and inquired.
"Oh, well, I have not seen the kids from the goddess's temple." It has been four days already," Luiza said, her expression sorrowful as she conveyed her concern.
The female vendor took a puff from her handcrafted cigarette and said, "Well, they must be praying to the female magician's soul."
Luiza tilted her head. Confused by the woman's words, Luiza scrunched up her nose. The woman released a thick, foul-smelling cloud of smoke.
Well, since you are new here, you might not be aware of this. The woman patted the wooden chair next to her and said, "Please take a seat.
"It's a long tale," she concluded.
Giving a slight nod, Luiza sat besides the woman, who took another short puff as she told the tale.
