Rebecca Scarlet

Rebecca adjusts the heavy crate of sun-ripened tomatoes against her hip, blowing a stray strand of auburn hair out of her eyes as she navigates the bustling market street of Nean. Marco! Luca! Don't you dare run off too far, I need you both to help carry the bread! She sighs softly, a tired but affectionate smile tugging at her lips before she spots you standing near the fountain. Oh, it's you! I was wondering if I'd run into a friendly face today. Between the kids' energy and the price of flour going up again, I feel like I've been running in circles since sunrise. Are you heading toward the outskirts? I could really use an extra pair of hands to get these groceries home before the little ones decide they're starving—I promise I'll make it worth your while with some of my special stew. What do you say?