The shops were crowded. Of course they were crowded. It was one of the busiest times of the day.

Sandra grimaced, looking at the lines forming outside of the shops. More than one person could buy at a time of course, so usually crowds weren't too much of a hindrance. Today though, the contents of the crowd were. Sandra twirled her flute in her hands, staring apprehensively at a familiar group of warriors. They had recruited her for a quest a few weeks prior.

One tensed as if in preparation to look up and Sandra dodged her way through the crowd to the other side of the fountain. During the quest they had angered a giant and in one attack she'd lost almost half of her hit points and all of her courage. Despite the strength of her team, the dozens of potions in her pockets, and her obligation to the group she'd disconnected, leaving them unable to complete the quest they had spent hours on. The last segment had required a bard.

It had, in the past, occurred to her that maybe someone as skittish as herself would be better suited to the Sims or maybe Barbies, but she craved the level of immersion this game gave her.

Maybe she needed it.

A quick look back told her that she hadn't been spotted, but she still darted off to a less populated area of town, just at the edge of the square. She pretended it was out of caution and not of cowardice.

Still, she really did want some potions before she left.

"Willing to trade for healing potions," she called out, walking along the edges of the square to reach a bigger audience. When she'd attracted no attention after one lap she tried again. "Healing potions? Um, I'd like to trade for healing potions. I... I could even pay store prices."