A/N/: This chapter is going to be a bit confusing. It's from a third person view…read it as if you're watching a movie…like you're the movie camera and you're just watching it happen! Enjoy!
Chapter 5
She wove through the familiar streets, passing many small shops on her way. She paused when she found the one she was looking for. It was a shop of herbs and spices. The shop was small and entirely made out of stone, the one small window in front of the building was lit with a small 'open' sign hanging. She could see the store keeper was an old man in his sixties with gray hair, helping a young mother with a child who couldn't be more than two in a stroller as she entered. The old man's eyes flashed to the mysterious figure for a second, then back to the young woman, helping her load up her things in a brown paper sack. As soon as the woman left, the shopkeeper turned, watching as she looked at the various glass bottles of liquids and herbs on display.
"Can I help you?" His hazel eyes peeking out over wire framed glasses, his hands resting on the counter.
"I believe you can." she simply stated, walking towards the man. "You deal in herbs and potions correct?"
"I do." The man nodded.
"I need a couple of potions made." She quickly discussed exactly what she wanted.
"And your reason for these potions?"
"Is none of your concern." the woman responded icily.
"These potions are going to cost a lot." he warned, scribbling on a piece of paper.
"I can pay whatever it cost. When can I get them?"
His hazel eyes flashed to mine, trying to see under the hood of my cloak. "One week."
"Not good enough. You have forty eight hours." The woman reached into her pocket, her snow white hand then released a handful of cash on the counter. The shopkeeper stared at the money, in shock.
"You've got to be kidding."
"Forty eight hours." the woman stressed. "You'll get the same amount when they're done."
The shopkeeper hastily gathered the money. "You got it." The woman turned and started to head for the door, when the shopkeeper called after her. "Who's name should I put on these?" She smiled briefly, turning slightly to call over her shoulder, a blonde streak of hair poking out from under the cloak.
"Call me Jane." she called and disappeared into the night.
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When the woman returned to the small shop two days later, the shopkeeper had kept up his end of the deal, and handed the woman a small leather pouch with her desired potions inside. She opened the pouch to see seven vials of liquid…three with a red colored liquid, and four with a yellow colored liquid.
"I hope you are satisfied?" the shopkeeper asked.
"Extremely." She answered, closing the pouch and hiding it in one of her pockets. Again, she reached inside another pocket, her fingers effortlessly closing around another small stack of cash and she placed it on the counter. "Your payment…as promised."
"Pleasure doing business with you." He replied gathering the cash.
"Pleasure is all mine." She responded back and turned and walked back through the familiar streets back to her 'home'.
A/N: Like I said, This chapter was going to be a bit confusing… Who was the woman? Think it's Jane? You'll have to wait to see! Review please!