"Great Hermes, now all I can offer you is my devotion. I am very poor; at home, I only have four starving children and no other living beings. And my only handcart is broken; how can I make a living? Or do you want me to abandon the cart and continue to seek a livelihood?"
A woman wearing a coarse linen long dress, with frayed hems, knelt before the lavish statue of Hermes, pleading in inquiry.
Hermes is the god of commerce, so this plea is quite appropriate.
Lann at this moment squeezed out from the stone crevice behind the statue.
A tall figure emerged from the statue's shadow, causing the kneeling praying woman to let out a scream, shifting from kneeling to squatting.
"Please don't be alarmed; I'm neither a villain nor a monster, madam."
Lann lifted the offerings stolen by cave bandits with a smile towards the woman.
"I heard you say life is tough; these items..."
