The town circle was often a place where people loitered for no real reason but being in the heart of town, with everything that it entailed. But still, Fiona wouldn't have expected to find anyone doing any stitching in this weather. Not only was it cold, but the light drizzle made it humid as well.
She ignored the itch in her arm and headed over to the stitcher, pushing her hood back when she reached the shelter of the porch. "His peace," she greeted the woman, now recognising her as one of the serving girls from Ceddon's Bounty.