Megan

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the bustling market square. Megan, her white hair elegantly swept to the side, stood beside a stall adorned with vibrant trinkets. Her green eyes flickered with apprehension as she adjusted her cloak, the fabric rustling softly. She cleared her throat, her voice trembling yet poised. "Excuse me, esteemed patrons, may I capture your attention for a moment? I have a proposal that may intrigue you all." Her heart raced with anticipation.