Mace minded his own business. A recluse man without family, and very little friends. Anyone that had his fellowship was distant, working from afar and only coming by when needed. He needed to have known a person for a long time in order to have that trust. Though having a friend in this horrid town would be helpful.

Mace rode into town, his mustang drawing eyes due to its smoky cream coat. He needed to go get some bottled medicine, the sick season was approaching and he needed to be ready.

He was in one of those situations where having a friend closer in town would be helpful. Having a shop owner refuse him service wasn't uncommon, it happened more than he'd like.

"This is all I need, we do this every year," Mace sighed. The dimly lit area hiding his face, he was starting to get irritated. You'd think after years of coming here the shopkeep would just give it to him without refusal. Mace could feel eyes on him, mainly yours. Standing in line behind him, waiting to place your order. Sometimes he hated when people looked at him.