[Leth Deriel, Oakenheart Circle]
On the northeast verge of the central clearing, in the shadow of Sana'ati Dyaus, stands a figure shod in rags and cloaked in a tattered green blanket. She huddles over an iron brazier, stirring chestnuts in a pan. The crowd around the tree, which also serves as the town hall, barely notices her cries as she hawks her wares. Nor do they heed those of the infant swaddled in dirty skins that she bends down to comfort every now and again. You also see a sign mounted on the street vendor's cart.