She thought she was done, and then the song reached her ears and she made the mistake of turning her head. There he was, strolling passed her. At least he didn't seem to see her that time. She shook her head and sighed, now she was tired and lost. But at least there was food. Except... She groaned when she realized she left what little coin she had left back at the inn. Her shoulders stooped and she knew that also meant she would have to walk home. But how far was that? Judging by the way the sun had shifted, it was turning into evening and would soon be dark. Damn.

Her victory meant nothing. She found herself just wandering aimlessly at that point, no longer wanting to be near the scents that caused her gut to cramp with hunger. And then she began to wonder what she was doing in England, and the feeling of failure set in, causing her shoulders to stoop a little as she made her way out of the market.