[center][i][b]Mira Mokosh[/b][/i][/center]

After the stranger had introduced himself as Wally he exchanged a couple of pieces of silver for her oysters, she quickly took them and slid them into a pouch tied at her waist. A few lose coins were easily lost in the crowd if she let them sit in her basket in full view. He hadn't even enquired after the price, so he must either be very hungry or he had enough coin to freely spend as he wished. Mira wondered about this as she watched him enjoy his seafood. Oysters were a delicacy to most, it was a rare and expensive thing, an acquired taste. It was even said they were a powerful aphrodisiac. 

When he returned his attentions back to her Mira began to feel slightly uncomfortable. She was often awkward in conversation, finding it hard to behave like herself. Truthfully she didn't feel like sharing the company of other people, men especially. She preferred to be by herself with her own thoughts. Her few hours of selling her wares and a daily stroll through the village was enough for her. Aside from that there wasn't much else she did, not anymore. The times were her days were filled with purpose had gone when he left her. 

The young woman moved her braid over her left shoulder and started to fiddle with the fraying ends of the strip of cloth she'd used to tie it. 
"I've just recently moved here, I go where work takes me I guess"
"This is a quiet town, nothing much happens here" She spoke about the town as if its quietness was a relief to where she'd lived before. It was peace she was looking for when she left her old village behind and it seemed she'd found it here. 

Wally seemed like a very nice young man but she had other customers to see to and a lot more oysters to sell before they were not worth selling anymore.
"Have a good night Wally, it was nice to speak with you" She said with a small smile. Mira retrieved her basket from the stool to her left and made her way back into the crowd.