"A stew, how enterprising of you. That will keep bodies going for quite a long while. Warm them right up to their bones."

Hazel pulls her scarf down away from her mouth before she speaks up. She's dressed for the weather, but she can't help but take a look at such a heady homey aroma. The scent of mushrooms and meat braising over a fire draws the Autumnal spirit to the canopy. Her smile is sharp but genuinely pleased.

"And what are you asking for your wares, I wonder?"