The hob was bustling with activity. The people there were either at their market stalls, trying to sell their goods, or shopping for goods. Peacekeepers roamed there as well, but they were friendly, buying the used goods the locals were selling. The smells of coal and poorly aged wine would drift towards you, making your nose scrunch up. The coal, you were used to, seeing as how your district was known for coal. The wine, however, was horrible. Your father never had enough money to buy the bitter drink. You never had enough for anything.

You were new to the hob, and it scared you. As a girl, nothing was stopping men from taking advantage of you. A smell had led you to a stall that looked like a worn down tavern owned by a woman named Greasy Sae. She made the finest stew in all of District 12.

You made small talk with her. She was a nice old lady, but when you asked if you could have some stew, she told you she was waiting for a shipment. You were curious. From who? You never go to the Hob. But you were known for taming a deer. That's when you saw her.

"Whose that?" You had asked, nudging a random man in the arm. He had chuckled and nodded to the girl you were gesturing to. "That," he started.

"Is the one and only Katniss Everdeen."