A Fair Trade
On the appointed Monday, I arrived at the statue in the atrium of the town hall right on time, as the church bells for None clanged loudly throughout Muniche and the surrounding countryside. I wore one of Freia’s green dresses for a change, although the color did little to offset my gray eyes. I had plaited my hair back into four braids woven underneath a tan head covering. I included a pair of my mother’s golden earrings and her emerald bracelet to complement my appearance, hoping to leave a decent impression on any townspeople who saw me. My evening study sessions with Augustin von Bayern had not passed unnoticed by the local nobility, so I needed to boost my sagging reputation. Wealth admired elegant attire, I knew, so I had really decked myself out for my journey into the
