It wasn't very often that they had strangers come into town for visits. Constance's visit to town with her parents wasn't supposed to be very long, but her father was having some sort of important talk with a white man about business while she and her mother waited for him. Constance wandered from her mother to go to the restroom. Her mother only let her go this one time because Constance insisted she was a big girl and she could take care of herself in the bathroom. A tavern just wasn't the place for a little girl like her, hence her mother's worry. She emerged from the restroom and wandered back out into the main area, veering off the path of returning to her mother right away.

As she passed by the bar, she heard a man talking about magic and making gold. Constance's ears perked up. She may have only been ten, but she knew what he was talking about without having to be any older. The old man was talking about alchemy. As Constance slowly walked without looking where she was going, her head turned towards the man talking at the bar, she bumped into the side of somebody's chair on accident.

Constance quickly righted herself by holding onto the chair. "I'm sorry," she said immediately, looking a little scared that she had knocked into someone's chair. She had seen many frightening men in taverns before, and it was natural for her to be afraid that she had upset someone who was quick to anger. Her parents would be so mad at her if she caused a scene here. She wasn't even supposed to be in here to begin with, but she sneaked into the back and hid herself under a blanket on the way here. Her parents were mad when they found out, but she was already here with them, and they couldn't send her home. It would have been a waste of time.