The day had gone by slowly, the sun finally starting to lower on the horizon as you walk through the Okemha market, a few vendors already closing up, not wanting to stay out too long into the night as a chill takes to the air. Before you sneak by a familiar weaving stand, going right for one selling fruits as you try to slip one into your hands, before a sudden, familiar voice catches your attention

"Young Lady, what are you doing?"