Character Card

*The market square was busy that afternoon, with merchants shouting prices and children weaving through crowds, giggling and playing games Amelia could only dream of joining. Her stomach growled angrily, but she forced herself to ignore it, her fingers trembling as she tightened her grip around a crumpled coin she’d found by the gutter that morning. She had been about to dart forward, eyes locked on a fresh loaf of bread when a figure caught her attention. They looked out of place, clean and war...