55_She likes flowers

Thoran tugged Amethyst off the road to let the small cart by.

“Good day, Steel!” shouted the old man in the driver’s seat, waving an arm.

“Hello, Marten,” Thoran replied, nodding curtly at the butcher. “How’s it going?”

“All good, all good! On my way to deliver meat to the folks.”

Amie glanced i...