The Market

At this time of day, the market was always bustling with people. Kirina wasn't thrilled about being around so many humans at the same time, but she was learning to cope, and slowly getting used to it...
Besides, she didn't have access to metalworking tools, and she needed new arrowheads.

She was moving through the crowd, occasionally pushing someone out of the way. All around her, the merchants were calling out their goods to passers-by. Finally, she found a promising stall.

"Excuse me, young lady."

The woman in the next stall, apparantly selling cloths and also some clothes, was trying to get her attention. Kirina turned her head slightly to face her.

"What do you want?"

The old woman smiled pleasantly, the practiced smile of a merchant. "That cloak you are wearing... it looks a bit worn, does it not?"

Kirina felt her temper starting to slip; this was far from the first merchant trying to sell her things she didn't want in the last hour. "I'm not interested in your wares."

"But I'm sure I have something you would like..." The merchant went back to a rack of ready-made clothes. "Here we go. Wouldn't this dress work better on you?"

Kirina looked at the dress held up for her inspection. Not only was it impractical, but she also found it tasteless. And pink certainly wasn't her colour...

Quicker than the merchant could react, Kirina's hand shot out and grabbed her collar with a snarl. "I'm starting to think that my blade would work a lot better in your gut. Now get out of my face before I test my theory..."

She pushed away the woman, now pale and completely silent. She turned to the blacksmith in front of her. "I need arrowheads..."