Annabelle Silversmith was conflicted as to why she had decided to leave her family behind in Pelgaid to return to her duties as a Paladin of Liya- The Withering, over the many years it had been claiming victims and destroying lives and order wherever it surfaced, had become the reality at everyone's doorsteps. Being a family woman, her best interest was her close-knitted family consisting of a smithing husband, a daughter and a son. Yet... Annabelle was here, in Borstown, of all places.
To say that Annabelle had returned to her duties as an esteemed Paladin of Liya wasn't exactly accurate- She hadn't exactly declared her intention to rejoin the order to her peers, nor to the authorities and larger public. She wasn't in Pelgaid City, which was where she normally operate, where she kept the realm safe from Demonspawn insurrections and dark cultists practicing dangerous magic. More clearly, Annabelle was adventuring, but for what?
Annabelle herself was unsure of her grand scheme if she had any. She just felt pulled towards multiple places at the same time- There was her family, somewhat safe in Pelgaid, her renewed sense of duty as Paladin of Liya within the Duchy of Pelgaid, and an even greater concern born from her role as an agent of goodness- Her concern to help end the Withering and deaths once and for all, not to mention the disturbing rumours that the end of the world was close. A touch of wanderlust was on her mind as well. Then... There was something else, something dark within her, tempting- Quickly putting a stop to her train of thoughts there, Annabelle brought her attention back to reality.
Borstown was a stark contrast to her home, and to what she represents herself. The scenery before her was a shade of brown, grey and black, of age-old abodes and shady characters everywhere she turned. On the opposite end, Annabelle was a beacon of light standing in a sea of darkness and monsters ready to swallow unwitting travellers whole. Having 'returned to her job', she was in full plate and gear. Her armour shone brightly in gold and silver, the icons of Liya and her order clear on her chest and shoulders. Her helmet was clasped in her left hand instead of upon her head, as she didn't want some of the less desirable locals to think she was here to arrest and execute them.
A kite shield with the same icon was strapped to her back, and a longsword standing guard in a sheath strapped to a belt, on her left hip. Then there were a few more surprises... Surprises that her elders remarked jokingly upon discovering that Annabelle's mother could have been an assassin or brigand, though Annabelle, always sad upon remembering the truth, knew better who her mother was.
Before she could catch the attention of too many rogues, the Paladin guided her horse into a very well guarded public stable. After paying the stablemaster handsomely to ensure the safety of her horse (as in addition to being one of the family horse, he is a fast stallion, a good form of transport, and held her supplies). Before leaving, she took out a brown cloak and threw it over her plate- It covered most of her honor and goodness. After spending a moment thinking if she should leave like this, Annabelle took it off and threw it over the horse's back- She would rather die than to hide like a rat. Years of experience had thought her that such was the preferred behavior of a Paladin.
Leaving behind the stable, deciding to pursue her concerns for the greater good, Annabelle headed straight for the marketplace, where the annual black market gathering was being held- There were rumours and outright advertisements that an auction for the actual cure to the Withering is to be held there. As she made her way there- She thought about what she would have to do, as she had never really settled on a course of action yet.
Would she steal the cure for study and replication? 'No, I shalt not act like a common thief,' She thought, no matter how the idea enchanted her. Would she buy it off? 'Nay, even the arms and armour I wear combined with my bag of Rodlin cannot outbuy a wealthy merchant' She thought, at first her hopes uplifted, only to cave in on itself. Would she rob it from the man who bought it? Would she talk him into it? There were limitless possibilities, and anything could happen- Someone else could already be thinking of stealing it. Annabelle decided in the end, as she reached a growing crowd surrounding a wooden platform, that she would have to wait and see what happens.