Malty meandered through the lively marketplace, her eyes sweeping over the assortment of stalls with a sharp, calculating look. The cacophony of merchants haggling and townsfolk chattering filled the air, but Malty walked with a sense of purpose, mostly tuning out the surrounding commotion. Her demeanor was such that people couldn't help but notice her, and when they did, they often hurriedly gave her a wide berth, not wanting to attract her displeasure.

Coming to a halt at a booth displaying an array of exotic fabrics, she feigned interest, stroking the silks and velvets with her fingers. However, her true focus remained on the bustling crowd. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of information to collect, alliances to twist, and secrets to unearth. This market was a goldmine for such matters—a place where whispers and a coin could buy you more than mere wares.

Her eyes lit upon someone who seemed slightly out of place among the townspeople. A knowing smile tugged at her lips as she decided to engage them. She threaded her way through the throng with graceful confidence, her eyes never leaving the individual she'd set her sights on.

As she closed the distance, Malty shifted her body language, appearing more casual and welcoming. It was a facade she'd honed over time. She greeted the person with a gentle tilt of her head, her smile becoming slightly more pronounced. It was all part of her strategy, like a dance she'd mastered through years of practice.

“Such a lively place, isn’t it?” Malty said in a sweet tone. “You don’t seem like someone who frequents markets like these. What brings you here today?”