Merchants

Peaking through the treeline, Aiyana sees two humans driving a carriage full of supplies. From exquisite armor and weaponry, to beautifully crafted furniture and cookware. Aiyana deduced that they were merchants.

"Admit it, Ellie. We're lost."

"We are not lost, Mary. That nice old man told me that the town we're heading to is just past this forest clearing."

"And how much money did you pay for directions?" Asks Mary, quizzically.

"...Well." Ellie clears her throat guiltily.

"You didn't! Ellie, that was our food and bed!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm confident that the town is over that rise."

During their bickering, Aiyana stowed herself away in a gap between a bundle of fine quilts and hard pieces of armor made from all metals.

"You better hope that the payment for this delivery is worth the trouble, Elizabeth. Or I will strap hot coals to your feet."

As Mary whips the reins strapped around the horses causing them to trot away Aiyana knew that her adventure awaits.