Ames pressed her lips together, contemplating. Then she began to grin slowly. "Do you have more honeysuckle at your house?" she asked. She really did want some company. She hadn't had anyone to talk to in a long time.

"I grow my plants at my house. Of course I have the honeysuckle."'

"Well I'm sold," Ames said, grinning. "Although at least let me help with the chores or something."

I smirk, a little bit, a bunch of images of Ames in a maid's outfit dusting my ever dusty library.
"You can dust the library, heh." I say, a mischievous glint in my eye.

Ames glared suspiciously at Fen. "Why do I get the feeling that there's a catch?" she asked. Monotone work like dusting sounded nice after the non-stop mercenary work.

"You'll just have to wait and see." I say, starting to pack up my produce.

Maybe not his best work, but a newspaper talking about the sudden disappearance of their leader's was surely something he could help fix. He scanned through it as he ran, a feeling passed through him live a tidal wave as he realized that without any leader to command them, corruption might take over. He was wondering why it'd concern him, he did try to live normally but ended up always stealing.

Ames sat on the counter, watching the market. She watched someone sprint away, but it wasn't any of her business. She wasn't in the habit of dealing with crimes unless she was getting paid. "So, what do you suppose he's up to?" She asked, pointing at the person.

He took out the pages of the newspaper talking about the missing leaders before dropping the rest and letting them float away.

"Maybe he's running because he stole something. If it's not mine, it's non of my business." I say to Ames, using a calm voice.