“Welcome to the Manor’s Toy Shop! My name is Anne Lester.”

The toy merchant smiles softly, clasping onto her toy container tightly.

“As you can see, I sell all kinds of toys, from simple wooden dolls as she points to a toy of a girl in an oak rocking chair the ones you see over there to…”

She hesitates, but then goes ahead anyway, her expression changing somewhat.

“More… complex products… toys, such as wooden wings, rubber ducks, and catapults. As the old saying goes: 'The hope of life always comes from hope itself.' But in the meantime, please buy anything you can.”