Jill a remarqué la couleur du garçon, mais elle ne savait pas trop pourquoi il était embarrassé. Elle l'a vu regarder autour des gens qui l'avaient regardée et s'est demandé si c'était ça. Peut-être qu'il était juste introverti, pensa-t-elle. Ce n'est qu'à présent qu'elle l'avait bien regardé, voyant qu'il portait un sac presque rempli à sa capacité maximale, menaçant d'éclater de toute seconde. Est-ce qu'il voyageait? Elle s'est demandé.
Comme elle en a pris note, le garçon a recommencé à se flatter les doigts. Je dois me réconcilier avec vous, d'une certaine façon, il l'avait dit, mais elle n'a pas vraiment senti ça. Après tout, elle était saine et sauve et c'était juste un stupide incident qu'il n'avait pas vu venir. Elle avait décidé de refuser l'argent ou les articles que le garçon était sur le point de lui donner. Voulez-vous à manger? Ma gâterie. La nourriture était bonne, Jill a décidé. Elle pourrait accepter ça. En fait, il était temps qu'elle mange quelque chose, elle était affamée. Jill travaillait depuis le matin et après le ruckus à la maison, elle avait complètement oublié de manger. C'est souvent arrivé avec elle. Chaque fois qu'elle était trop absorbée dans son travail ou contrariée, elle laissait tomber les repas. Pas tout à fait, cependant, comme elle était un foodie complet et pouvait louper une quantité inquiétante de nourriture dans un préavis d'une minute.
Elle s'est téléportée à son offre et a hurlé. "J'aimerais vraiment ça! Je n'ai pas eu de morceau depuis le matin et c'est déjà midi! »  Elle se plaignit d'un spectacle dramatique d'accrocher son ventre vide et étourdissant comme si elle n'avait pas d'énergie pour se tenir debout.
Je suis Jill au fait, Jill Wayland. Quel est votre nom?" Elle a demandé avec une main étendue. C'était un papillon social qui n'avait jamais eu beaucoup de difficulté à se mettre en bons termes avec la plupart des gens. Sa personnalité bavarde l'a aidée avec cela, car elle était le genre de personne qui n'avait jamais manqué de choses dont il fallait parler.L'inconvénient cependant, c'est que parfois son filtre esprit-à-bouche était presque inexistant.
"Qu'est-ce qu'il y a dans ce sac?"  Elle lui demanda simplement, incapable de retenir sa curiosité. "Vous voyagez?"
Name: Jill Wayland
Age: 19
Occupation:  Seamstress
Ring: Orange
Appearance: 

Biography:
Jill grew up on the outskirts of the capital where her parents and 4 sisters lived in a cozy house next to an inn that her family had owned for generations. Jill's father Luke Wayland, was a travelling merchant who was often absent from family events and her mother, a reputed teacher in the neighborhood, had to bear the burdens of parenthood mostly by herself.Luke Wayland's business involved exquisite finds from faraway and he often frequented the houses of high nobles, who were usually the only ones around with both the money and time to fawn over trinkets, uncut gems and the like. Although his presence was often missed, good business meant that the family lived quite comfortably with not much to complain about.Jill had a lukewarm childhood, with not much struggles save for the constant need to define herself as an individual different from her sisters. As the child right in between, she had neither the elegance of her sophisticated elder sisters nor the charm of her younger, amiable sisters.However, as she grew older, Jill's focus shifted towards getting better at the things she was good at rather than wait for people to acknowledge her a person. Jill helped her mother with the inn and by spending time with the various lodgers, Jill had picked up quite a set of skills. She learnt how to sew and was decent at art and painting as well.
However, with good things Jill also picked up a few bad things at the inn. Unknown to her family, she had become a habitual gambler. It began with fun games at first but it soon turned into a near addiction for her. She was always up for a bet and when the habitants of inn refused to feed her hobby she turned to pubs and the marketplaces. Over time, Jill got crafty enough to win most of her gambles and no cheap trick was beyond her. Countless victories made her overconfident and Jill even took on proclaimed witches and royal subjects. During one of her similar outings she had put on stake her father's most recent treasures: a handful of pearls and a crown of rare gems in exchange for an angel figurine from a young woman, Leslie, who unknown to Jill, happened to be the daughter of a merchant as well. When she was about to return with her winnings, Jill noticed an orange ring on the angel's left hand. Leslie, who had also just noticed the ring, pleaded with Jill to return it,for she had forgotten to remove the ring. Leslie's pleas fell on deaf ears and Jill ignored her even when she told her about how the ring mattered a lot to her father. Jill's victories were but short-lived. When Leslie confessed to her father, news of the figurine soon reached Luke as well. The family finally figured out where Jill's allowances were disappearing and she was persuaded to give up gambling. Jill begrudgingly agreed, on one condition: she wasn't going to return anything she had won until now.
3 years later, Jill became a seamstress and moved out of her house when she began to earn enough to take care of herself.Without her family's interference, she has fallen back into her habit of gambling; although its now longer as big of a problem as it was in the past. Jill's not sure of whether she has really found her calling yet, but atleast her earnings mean that she can fund her habit for now.