Jenny prepares for her grand quest

"That's it?" Jenny grumbles as she gives the merchant a withering glare. "Just a straight up 'nope'?"

"I'm not a charity," the dwarven merchant dryly responds. "I'm trying to run a business here."

"By turning away potential customers?!" Jenny shouts, causing a scene.

"You mean a broke girl demanding I give her a line of credit without anything to put up as collateral?" The dwarf asks as she tugs on her glasses for dramatic effect.

"You have my word as a knight!" Jenny declares as she puffs up her chest.

"Do knights usually walk around barefoot while they beg for things?" The merchant mocks.

Jenny blushes a little and winces as she bashfully puts on barefoot in front of the other, in a pitiful attempt to cover them up.

"I... I told you... I had to give my boots to the bar wench to settle my tab... which was a total ripoff by the way. Those had to be worth way more than my meal. I mean, I got those from one of the richest..."

Jenny stops herself from finishing that sentence and confessing she 'borrowed' them from a fellow knight.

"Er, never mind. The point is..."

"The point is, you're a bad investment," the dwarf interrupts. "Now get out, I have actual customers to deal with."

"Fine!" Jenny huffs. "All this stuff looks like junk anyway!" She declares as she stomps her bare feet out of the store.

The angry woman bites her lip to hide how much doing that is hurting her tender feet until she's back outside and down the street.

"Maybe there's another shop I could try..." she mutters to herself.

"HEY!" Shouts an angry, and familiar, voice.

Jenny freezes for a second, and then starts to walk as quickly on the dirt road as her poor feet can handle. She's heard people use that tone before, and it's never for anything good.

"Come back here!" Shouts the voice.

Jenny doesn't turn around, but she can tell from the volume of the voice that who ever it is is gaining on her. She puts her hand on the hilt of her sword and turns around.

"WHAT?!" She growls. "Oh, it's you."