The Market

The cakes were sweet, and she savored every crumb on her plate. After months of bland camp food, it was excellent to have a fresh baked, sugared treat from a city market. The smell of hot iron from the blacksmith mixed with the sweet scents of the bakery. Colorful dressed and tapestries were being sold in stalls. She brushed the crumbs from her hands before feeling the soft, shiny silk of a blue dress. The battles did not have much effect in the city; citizens hawked their wares and bustled to their destinations regardless of grim happenings on the frontier.