While Tina attended to matters of the house Kit made her way a few miles down the path to a nearby market. When she arrived she noticed many of the stands were closed and the always crowded market was almost bare. One of the few stands that remained carried fruit when she approached the merchant she looked frantic and nervous.

“Afternoon, I will take a few apples and grapes.” Honoring her request she gathers her fruit placing them in a small basket.

“Gratitude, “she says taking the basket then paying her in coin.

“You are bold to emerge from your home.”

“Bold no, hungry yes.” Eyeing Kit the woman gather more apples and grapes handing them to her to take.

“I have what is needed, “declining her offer, “Gratitude.”

“You mistake intention they are for you to take.”

“To take?”

“Yes, no coin is needed.” Hesitantly she takes the free fruit from her placing them in the basket.

“Consider it to be a noble gesture I rather see my labor put to good use rather than spoil you are my last customer of the day.”

“Last customer I do not follow its only mid-day.”

“Yes, I plan to follow suit like the others and close for good.”

“The others, what has become of the other stands and merchants?”

“Gone, in pursuit of safer grounds.”

“Apologies I do not follow.”

“You must fall asleep under a rock as well, no one here is safe since the attack on——.”

“Lesbiannicus, yes I am——.”

“Cordelia.”

“Cordelia, you are mistaken it was Lesbiannicus.”

“And now Cordelia has fallen.”

“When?”

“Three sunrises ago Jennicus sets her sights upon destroying all if you are wise you’ll see yourself to safer position, “she says turning her back gathering her belongs. Kit disturbed by the news gathers her belongs and heads back towards Tina to break the news.

“These could be put to great use, “she says handing Kit some extra blankets.

“I’ll see these secured properly and saddle the horses for our journey.” Waiting for Kit to walk out of the door she returns to her bedroom closing the door gently behind her. Kneeling down she removes the small box from under the bed placing it into a satchel. Standing to her feet she walks to the door before grabbing the door knob she pauses then turns around looking glancing over the bedroom once more. She hoped where ever they journeyed to next the path would eventually lead her back home to Bette.  Turning the knob she walks out the bedroom directly out of the front door closing and locking it behind her. Throwing her satchel across her chest she places her left foot into the stirrup and swings her body mounting her horse.