Emeric gave a courteous nod, "Good day to you, miss. We've arrived from Highkeep with trade goods—food, furs and beast materials. I was told this shop might be interested."
The girl stepped fully into view, brushing a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. Her apron bore soot stains and flour smudges.
"I can see that," she said, eyeing the crates stacked behind the knights. "You weren't lied to. I'm Lysa Orveth, provisioner of Stone-Hearth. This shop's been in my family for three generations."
She stepped out from behind the counter and circled one of the crates. Her pale eyes flicked quickly over the markings.
"Is this Stoneback fur? And real Thunderhoof sinew?" she asked, eyes narrowing with unexpected insight.
Emeric's brows lifted slightly. "You know your stock."
"I wouldn't last a week here if I didn't." She tapped the crate. "Follow me to the back. I want to see what else you brought. And don't worry—I don't bite. Not unless you try to cheat me."
