"I.... Er.... Well..." She eyed the newcomer up and down, having a brief look at his assortment. "I can hardly believe your a weaver, you seem rather... Muscular and made for harsh work." Blinking a few times in confusion as she was handed the vial she now seemed lost in perplexity. "Wow, I didnt expect to find such helpful people out on the streets", she smiled for a short moment, "but I'd really prefer wearing a hat. I love hats, especially mine. Which... Is... Now dangling on a pole at the pier I suppose. And if I cant find mine, I want to have a similar one!" Folding her arms to emphasize her monologue she became aware of the vial still in her hand and gave it back. "And I dont think some liquid against heat will help my brain not to protest against solar radiation."
After a brief sigh she curiously looked at the highlanders craftet cloth again, seeing a beret and a few other caps, but not what she was looking for. "Neeeeeow, there some kind of cute, but not what I want... And well, maybe I should try to find my own hat, before I buy a new one. I think Ill just... Go looking for it and then come back." And with no more words, but an expression in her face, like she just had the best idea of her whole life, she dashed away.
After a brief sigh she curiously looked at the highlanders craftet cloth again, seeing a beret and a few other caps, but not what she was looking for. "Neeeeeow, there some kind of cute, but not what I want... And well, maybe I should try to find my own hat, before I buy a new one. I think Ill just... Go looking for it and then come back." And with no more words, but an expression in her face, like she just had the best idea of her whole life, she dashed away.
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