Faythe had no such skills. Her role was simply that of an assistant to a bustling bakery stall in the main town of Farrowhold’s market square. She spent her days making runs from the home where Marie’s daughters baked delicious goods to the prime spot on the square, occasionally making personal deliveries too. The pay was miserable, but it was made up for by a couple of breads and pastries she would get to take home each evening.
