It was quieter than usual along the Jeweled Crozier. The elderly gentleman working at the sundries stall looked somewhat out of place, his fine clothes slightly threadbare and moth eaten. With business slow he was muttering something to himself.

“Enough for this week’s suppers at least, provided the bakery has leftovers…”

He hastily cleared his throat when he realized a potential customer had approached. “O-Oh! Please excuse me─ it's… it's nothing you need trouble yourself over. Pray forgive an old steward’s ramblings and pay them no mind. How may I assist you?”