As Irving observed the happenings on his walk, there seemed very little out of the ordinary. People walked from one point to another, they gathered in small clumps by doorways to gossip, they stopped off at small merchants stalls to pick up this and that... all in all there was really very little to take ones attention.
This lack of extraordinary occurrences is the only reason the soldier might take interest in the following scene. A very short distance down his path, there was a vendor selling bread. With loaves of all shapes and sizes lining the stand, the smell of the freshly baked goods was noticeable even in the open air of the street. While the man within the stall was difficult to see, the young woman stopped in front of it was not. Holding a small basket in one hand, she fumbled through a tiny pouch for her money with the other.
The woman was, like most everything on the street, not particularly noteworthy. Her attire was that of the peasantry, a pair of dark colored breeches that were perhaps a touch too big, a loose white shirt with long sleeves held tight by a few leather straps, and dark grey (Nay, almost black) under-bust. Despite the slight chill in the air she wore no jacket, and the only accent to her attire was a thin black ribbon in her hair, used to hold the straw-colored locks up into a tight bun.
Beyond her attire, the girl wasn't particularly interesting either. With fair skin and barely a curve to be seen, she wasn't exactly the picture of beauty by Connlaoth standards, but she had a pretty enough face. Everything about her was petite, from her height of just over five feet to the delicate features of her jaw and nose. The only thing that didn't seem "small" about the girl was her eyes, wide and innocent looking with a clear, earthy, hazel color.
Eventually, the girl stopped searching through the small bag, resorting to setting her basket down and emptying the bag into her palm. A few coins fall free, and she offers them to the vendor. The man visibly raises a hand to wave her away, eliciting a look of deep worry from the young woman. She began to speak hurriedly, a pleading expression on her face, but it only got a louder response from the vendor, quickly making her fall silent. While Irving was likely close enough to hear the man's arguments, the actual words were of little concern, and whenever he would go on the girl only fell into silence, clearly incapable of being heard over the louder voice of the vendor. The poor thing looked almost ready to cry, but she still stood there, waiting for a chance to speak as Irving approached.
