Covered in her black cloak, Lydia strode through the night market. Her ears strangely picking up every word that was being said by people. Even the tiniest whispers. It was very strange.
Was her hearing always this sharp? She wondered. Or was it because she desperately wanted to hear about him? Anything at all, so her ears were on alert, listening to everyone's conversation.
"That will be ten silver Baroos." (Baroo is one of the currencies in Cazroth) Says the sales man in the bread stall.
Lydia counted the silver coins and handed it to the man in exchange for her goods.
Slowly and mindfully, she moved on further into the market. Making sure her face remained covered.
She moved from stall to stall, gathering all that she needed, still hoping and praying in her heart that she would run into someone talking about something concerning the war.
It wasn't until she got to the stall of the woman who sold black beans that she finally heard something.
