Aethelstan walked through the bustling marketplace, his eyes scanning the various stalls and merchants peddling their wares.

In the midst of the market chaos, a young woman stood near a stall haggling with the vendor, her determination evident in her eyes.

Aethelstan was intrigued by her confidence in the face of the merchant.

He approached, a curious smile playing on his lips.

"You have a sharp tongue, my lady," he remarked