"Greetings, stranger." Mathrira would say. She'd stare the gentleman, noticing his well-sewn garments. She nods twice in approval, before resuming. "I come from a far-away and isolated place to deliver a letter I was entrusted with by my father. I've had plenty of adventure on the way here, the road made me feel tired. As for wealth, I don't own plenty, but my pockets are filled with enough. My aspirations, dear stranger, are none of your concern."
Mathrira stares at the gentleman nodding along in a patient manner. She'd squint her eyes at him as he retrieves a ripe peach out from a basket and offers it to Mathrira. "Aye, tis place is welcome to all! I must say, you do look tired, accept tis basket of peaches as a gift, as a token of my courtesy. Should you require rest, I happen to know an inn that would provide you with a warm, clean bed and warm water so you could wash." The gentleman would then lend the merchant a a small silver coin, and then pick the basket up, motioning Mathrira along with a simple move of the head. "Walk along, you shall not be scared, tis city is safe and guarded day and night."
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