The herbalist stood from her seat and walked over toward one of the windows of her humble cabin. "It's getting late," Maisy stated, looking out the open window of her cabin. She observed the sky, looking at the darker hues that were quickly settling into the black night sky as the sun sunk further out of sight. Her gaze then lowered to look at the dirt road in front of her house. There were a few villagers still there, some trying to quickly finish their business before it got too late, a group of men were going around lighting lanterns to ensure there was still some light outside, and others were just standing around gossiping or calling their children inside. No Allen. She couldn't even see anything resembling the man in the distance coming into the village. "I hope he's okay. I'm worried."
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