Gabrielle forgot her worries after a few minutes of browsing the booths at the market. She found a place that sold beautiful metal flasks and another with impressive parchment scrolls. "Good morrow, m'lady," said a merchant with deep red robes, bowing slightly.
"Oh, hi there," said Gabrielle, turning around then blushing a little. "Do you mean me?" she asked.
"Certainly m'lady," said the merchant, bowing again. "You travel with the great Warrior Princess. I shall serve you in any way I can. I go by the name of Whileigh."
"Whileigh, right… well, thank you" said Gabrielle, turning to leave. She knew Xena wanted to lay low in this part of the country, or as least be as anonymous as possible.
"Oh, do wait a moment," said Whileigh, reaching out and touching Gabrielle's arm, "I didn't mean to offend you. I will speak no further on the matter." Gabrielle looked skeptical, but turned back towards to booth. Whileigh seemed so harmless. He looked quite frail for someone only a little older than herself.
"Well, ok," said Gabrielle. "Show me what you're selling."