Mary stood on the threshold of the shop, enjoying the sea breeze for a moment. Unlike a cobbler or greengrocer, there were long stretches of time in a jewlers spent waiting for trade. This job had been a godsend for Mary, allowing her to enjoy the sea air and spend time with her daughter. She also worked across classes as everyone needed rings, necklessess, broaches, etc. The wealthy entered, bought their baubles, and left. Poorer folk gazed with longing through the windows. Occassionally, the boldest of the poor tried a robbery, but Mary could usually spot those with theiving in their eyes and make them leave before thier fingers got too sticky.

A townswoman with oak coloured hair approached, the cut of her clothes suggested worker, but not Madam or Madame.

"Something shiny for ye this morning, dear?" Mary asked in a rolling scots brogue.