Mr. Lethergood looked up when he heard the door open and frowned at who he saw there. It was the slave girl that Sansa the healer kept in her employ, as if she was a daughter and not a slave. And what a fine looking slave she was.
The curious scar that marred the one side of her face did not mar her beauty at all, but instead he had often thought that it gave her a rather exotic appeal. He had watched her change from a thin waif of a girl into the generously curvy young woman that she now was. He had thought about finding out for himself what lay beneath the tattered but respectable clothing she wore more than once, but something about her always stopped him from taking advantage of her. She had the most direct way of looking at him like she could read his mind, which made him feel uneasy.
He got the distinct feeling that if he ever touched her that somehow someway she would find a way to get back at him. So he had made it a point to touch her with his eyes only and be content with that. She glided up to the front table where he stood. There was nothing slave like in the proud way she held her head up with her shoulders squared back.
"Can I help you?"
Mr.Lethergood asked. Mutely the girl handed over a list and he took it from her and studied it. It was the same as usual, some sugar, bread, quite a bit of tincture fluid and some other items. He left the counter to start filling the order making sure to eye up the girl's emerging womanly figure as he did so.
Krista stood as still as a stone at the counter as she looked out the window into the street beyond. She could feel Mr. Leathergood's lustful gaze upon her like an old stained cloak that needed to be washed and beaten dry in the sun or preferably just thrown into the fire in his case.
One hand gripped the small paring knife that she held tucked in the folds of her dress tightly. She was careful to keep it out of view of the shop owner. She was ready, as she always was for the worst to come out in humanity, men especially.
Mr. Lethergood finished packing the items together and told her the price. She counted out the coins inwardly proud of herself for the ability to figure and count money, but she let nothing of it show on her face, which remained fixed in a look of cold serenity. She gathered the box up and left the store feeling his unwanted gaze on her swaying hips, as she exited the building.