Overall, things actually had been going well. Thomas and Bridget were safe, if affected by their disappearance. Life had gone on. Molly couldn’t complain really. It’s just, well, despite her growing interaction with some of the pub staff, she still felt like the odd man out. Worse – she was bored. With nothing better to do that morning, she decided to head out and run a few of the errands she’d been putting off.
There had been shopping to do. A few new articles of clothing were needed for an inland winter. She’d picked up the fabric and supplies with very little trouble, mostly because she wasn’t that picky. If she wasn’t so over-careful with her money, she’d have been commissioning new shoes too. The pair she had was nearly falling apart. Spending so much time on her feet, Molly needed good shoes. Instead, she chose to put up with the blisters. And her feet hurt.
After a brief walk around the town left her limping, Molly decided something had to be done about the situation. There needed to be a more immediate solution than shoes – that would take time. Instead, she ducked into the herb shop, hoping there would be something helpful there.
“Hello?” Molly asked tentatively, not wishing to startle the woman behind the counter.