An old woman walked into an old trinket shop. Her boots were soaked from the rain, a bit muddy at that. The old man at the counter looks at her, but couldn't fully see her face from her the hood she was wearing. She also had a scarf covering her mouth, hiding her full identity at this point except for her eyes which are not fully visible. The man at the counter stared for a minute, trying to identify the woman. No good.
"What can I do for you, ma'am?" the old man said with his raspy voice. Her hand and arm revealed themselves from the cloak. It knew what it wanted and promptly pointed at that direction. The old man turned to look at what she was pointing at. A porcelain doll sat utop a shelf, eyes gleaming from the sun showing through the window, although raining outside.
"She's not for sale - I'm sorry ma'am. I do have a smaller option for you, perhaps yo..." The man's voice trailed off when he looked at the what the woman had in her arms. It was a small sack, filled with gold and jew