Recent content by Bryony

"No," Bryony frowned, "Not that I am aware of at least. Like I said, he stops by every few weeks and asks for money. I'm afraid I have no relationship with the man beyond that." She stepped to a cabinet, bracing the door which looked like it might fall off if she pulled the it too roughly, and...

"Mr. Porter owes you?" Bryony closed the door behind the stranger and turned to watch him swiping his hands over her furniture. She hadn't realized how long it had been since she was motivated to clean something, to make the place she once loved back into the home she was proud of. Her cheeks...

Her polite smile dropped at the name: Mr. Porter. "I...yes, I am familiar with him. Yes." Something on the ground seemed to be infinitely more interesting to look at suddenly. "Has he sent you here to collect the coin I owe for rent? I told him...we agreed that I could have some more time...

It was a hard thing to admit: Bryony had been struggling for far too long. Since the death of her parents, business had been dwindling. Money, as a consequence, had also become scarce. It seemed more often than not, even the people of Alliria seemed less kind than when her parents were living...