The first time I saw her at the honey stall I knew she was a keeper

Modesty moved between the stalls, checking ropes and canopies, making sure all the traders had what they needed to get through the evening. Colour her impressed, Kenway hadn't done a half-bad job setting up.

The lighting of the fire signaled the start of trading and she spotted a familiar cattle dog weaving between the crowds. She was easy to spot with her height and pelage, and once he spotted her too, he moved with that intense focus only working dogs seemed to have. They made their way together towards the livestock pens, but it wasn't the wares she was interested in today. In fact, he'd probably be taking a few of the more troublesome goats with him when he left. "No word, I presume?" His shaking head was all the confirmation she needed. She nodded and pressed some gems into his paw regardless. With the traders keeping an eye out on their travels, more ground could be covered than if it was just the Raider's alone looking for the missing children.

"speech"