Veronica wore black mourning clothes, despite how her handband had died a year ago. It had been one of those arranged marriages that had become love. Veronica walked through the marketplace, buying what produce she needed. She bought a loaf of bread, some cheese, an apple, and a small cut of meat. She had fired some of her staff to avoid becoming bankrupt, so she did the shopping instead of one of her maids today. The woman hardly knew how to handle her late husband's finances... she dreaded hiring someone, however. Hiring someone meant trusting someone she barely knew. Someone who might embezzle the fortune her husband had worked hard to build.

The woman herself had brown hair pale skin, and bright green eyes. Her face still held the roundness of youth, as did her body, hidden by her mourning clothes.She wore some rouge and kohl to enhance her appearance by adding a redness to her lips and rimming her eyes.

Jake woke up with a start, it was another one of the nightmares he had about a group of people who had beaten him up and almost left him for dead. He looked around and sighed, he slowly climbed out of his bed. Jake looked out the window with a smile, he quickly got on his cloths, he walked out of the door and shut it behind him. Jake was a five foot, nine inches male with black hair and blue eyes.

Jake walked towards the market place like he did most days, as he walked he looked at everything that was being sold. When he looked around he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, with out notice he walked into a woman that was wearing black mourning clothes, he looked at her with shock "im so sorry"