Cherry Cobbler

Traveling on Nortburg Avenue, Taya volunteered to get the gifts from a boot maker's shop called, Cherry Cobbler. She understood the name was a pun, as a cobbler made shoes, but it was also a baked good, though she wondered how cherry fit into it. Stepping inside, a bell above the door rang, cheerfully announcing her presence.

"I'll be right there!" It was the voice of a female that came from a hallway in the back corner. It was likely the living quarters for the owner.

Taya looked around the room. It was a small, wood building. There was a counter tucked in the back left, but most of the space was filled with work stations; tables and chairs. On the far right wall, were shelves filled with boxes, tools, and supplies. There was the smell of leather in the air.

"What can I do for you?" A woman with flaming red hair appeared from the back. She glanced at Taya's boots.

Taya now understood where cherry came from.

"I'm here on behalf of the Nightwatch to collect the Pelor's Day festival donations."

The woman studied Taya.

"I can go back outside and get the authorization letter from Sergeant Erkennis," said Taya.

"No, no, that won't be necessary." The woman moved to the supply shelf, reaching into a box. She returned to Taya with two leather puppets, a boy and a girl. "I hope these are okay."

"I'm sure they're fine. Thank you."

The woman looked at Taya's boots again. "Those are some of the best I've seen. Where did you get them?"

"From outside the city," said Taya. "I'm not from Greyhawk."

"You must come from affluence. Those weren't cheap," said the woman.

Taya didn't want to talk about herself or reveal anything about who or what she was. She needed to make a hasty, but polite, retreat. "Um, well, thank you. I have more places to go, so I need to get going. Have a good day."

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