Post by Ilia Crowe on Jul 5, 2010 21:42:29 GMT -5
Ilia
The Cornwall market was busy as usual with the hustle and bustle of people. Most of the villagers here wanted to get in, get it done, and get out, for the lowest price possible. Ilia couldn't blame them. Who would want to linger in the disease plagued streets of Cornwall market? A child would catch a small cough, only to never be seen again. This was precisely why the Crowe family business was one of the only businesses to thrive in the poor economy of Cornwall. All she had to do was tell some worried mother that this herb mixed with a little honey would cure her son's fever within a few days. It wasn't exactly one hundred percent truthful, but this was Cornwall. Nobody really was. Not even the royalty.
Ilia had arrived at the market at her usual time right before dawn to set up shop. The herbs had to be arranged to look its very best, so that people would believe they were worth as much as they were priced. Ilia was practiced at this, having been assigned this job at the age of seven. She arranged a few leaves on a basil plant to fan out so it would look fuller, all the while keeping a wary eye out for a dirty hand to reach out and try to take something. Thieves could con people into buying "healing" herbs just as well as she could.
Words: 250
Notes: I would so love to catch a thief in the act...
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