She had been pacing back and forth all morning, she always got like this when it was that time. She was an almighty alchemist, who feared nothing! So why did the idea of having to walk into a town for ingredients make her stomach churn with anxiousness?
The small hermit made her way to the door, putting on a cloak to cover herself. She knew her appearance was different, so why draw attention to herself? Humans still wore cloaks, right? Oh goddess, she hoped so. She took her first steps outside clutching the woven basket so tightly her knuckles were white in colour. She could do this, she would just walk quickly in, buy what she needed and leave. Taking one deep breath, she went on her way, heading for the town in the distance.