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                  “How can I help the both of ye?” he finally asked, breaking away from the intensity of their conversation.
                  Alana motioned towards Kirstin, “Laird Bateson has instructed me to take this youngling here to town, to retrieve her a new pair of shoes.”
                  “Ah,” the man said, turning to Kirstin, “I believe I have no’ been introduced. The name is Ewan, and I am the cordwainer of this area.”
                  Kirstin curtsied, introducing herself almost too quietly for Ewan to hear.
                  Luckily it was easy for them to find her a pair of new shoes that fit, for her foot size was quite common. They closed the bargain, paying only so many of the gold coins that Kirstin noticed Alana had in a leather pouch. There was no doubt in her mind that Lachlan had provided her with the money.
                  Ewan and Alana began to talk again, a rosy pigment arising on the woman’s pale cheeks. Not wanting to intervene, Kirstin slipped away from the flirtatious couple.
                  She did not walk too far, as she remembered Alana’s demand to stay near her. She ventured to a table that carried many necklaces and stones of all sorts. She observed the items with wide eyes, as a child would while looking at sweets.
                  “See anything that interests ye?” a strong, gloating voice spooked her from behind and Kirstin had turned around to come face to face with green eyes. The man was tall and could not have been much older than Lachlan himself, at least two and twenty years.
                  She did not observe only his red hair and rough beard, but the many scars that scattered about his sculpted body. Though, he was not nearly as toned as Lachlan, something about this man told her that she would not want to see him in a fit of rage.
                  “Nay,” she curtsied, “I was only browsing.”
                  The man scrutinized her, “I have no’ seen ye here before. What do you call yerself?” he quarried.
                  Her eyes glanced towards Alana hesitantly, who was still chatting away with Ewan. “My name?” she questioned, wondering if she should give her identity away to this man.
                  “Aye,” he chuckled lowly, “Yer name. Ye must have one.”
                  “Oh,” she drawled, making eye contact with him once more, “Kirstin.”
                  The man smiled, “Kirstin.” He said as if testing her name on his lips, “They call me Graham. ‘Tis a pleasure to meet a young woman of such beauty. How many years do ye have?”
                  “Seven and ten.” She said. Now, feeling uncomfortable, Kirstin took a step back, “I must get back to my friend.”
                  “And who is yer friend?” he asked once more. Kirstin wearily looked around the many tables, eyeing Alana who had yet to notice her penetrating gaze.
                  Graham followed her gaze and she could have sworn his eyes narrowed at the elderly woman, “Yer a servant of Laird Bateson?” he asked.
    Her eyes shot back to Graham, and she gave a wry smile, “Aye. Now if you would excuse me, I must be going.”
                  He nodded once, watching her scurry off toward Alana. Kirstin didn’t stop there, tugging at the woman’s arm and grabbing hold of her attention. Graham watched as Alana turned her head to him, and saw her hostile expression that matched his. She nodded once to Kirstin, and led her away from the many tables, barely saying farewell to Ewan whom she had spoken so intimately to. Kirstin noticed the tension between Graham and Alana, and couldn’t help but wonder if they knew one another.
                  Though, little did Kirstin know, that she had caught the attention of the