Your business in the Saint Denis Market had been bursting lately. Your shop was considered a town treasure, as your signature jams, jellies, and preserves were a regular favorite. You sold other items as well, caramels along with milk related candies, but fruit was your specialty.

You gained a handful of regulars, but one in particular had caught your eye. He had tanned skin and a dapper hairstyle—but he also had a vacant look in his eyes.

"How much for the peach.. jam?" He spoke up, setting the jar atop the counter with a ginger expression in an attempt to be friendly.