Taking a seat on a bench beside a lovely marble water feature, Erika looked nervously at the passing crowd in front of her. She’d tried to ask for directions more than once but no one had taken the time to help her. This wasn’t fun at all and she was becoming more nervous by the second, unable to even stand up. To be crippled by nerves wasn’t something that she’d ever felt before and it was driving her a little crazy. She started to wish that she’d simply stayed in Seven and stuck to exploring the forests. Her animal friends had never made her feel this way, even the largest and most ferocious of beasts. She had an understanding with them that perhaps she didn’t have with other humans. The people of Seven were elves and acted in a different way to the people who surrounded her now. Her Elven family had always kept her safe and happy, providing her with all the help and guidance she could have wanted.
Erika knew that she couldn’t just stay there forever but she just couldn’t get over her nerves. She felt intimidated by the crowd, the noise and all the foreign signs and banners that she didn’t know. So, instead of worrying about all of that, she tried to do what she always did and think about the bright side. She tried to think about the people who the potions that she was carrying would help, a thought that did make her feel a little better. Her breathing steadied a little and she called out, hoping that someone would hear and offer to help her.
“Could someone tell me the way to the potion store please? I need to get there quickly and make a delivery.” Her voice wasn’t loud by nature and she had no idea if anyone could hear her over the din that was occurring around her.