Primrose was fascinated by the buzzing going on inside of the bazaar. There were definitely things she would like to buy in the shops, but she had to restrain herself. Shaking her head for self-control, she continued her path into the market. A job, she was here for a job. "Welcome!" she heard from her left. She heard it, but her feet hadn't stopped. Primrose took a few steps before the voice had really processed through her mind. "Were you talking to me?" She asked as her head whipped around. She gave the man a thorough examination up and down. A potential job could be here... or a potential scam. She'd have to tread lightly.
After the man had grabbed her attention, proceeding with his all-too-friendly questions of individualistic hopes for gold or glory, Primrose shook her head. "None of those sir, I'm simply looking for a job, preferably one in music." She hoped this apparently well-off man would have connections. After all, she only had enough money to last her a month and he was the only person she even 'knew' at this point.
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