Always try to meet expectations, Nyvella, you tell yourself. It's one of the typical phrases that Mother would say. Of course, when she says such things, she's talking about herself and her own expectations: dress and act like a respectable young woman. Other people have all kinds of expectations, some might even expect you to get caught up in a great adventure or to go on a thieving spree.
You have your hair pulled in a tight bun today, your boots are freshly shined and underneath your cloak you are wearing an actual dress. That's Mother's expectations taken care of, so you might as well start to work on the other ones.
Today is the 27th day of the 9th month in the year of the order 864. It is Rador's day, the first day of Rador's fair. Farmers, artisans, and merchants from all over northern Kerrodia are converging on Solhaven's Old Market. The large space is teeming with activity as stalls are being set up, wagons unloaded as the first vendors start hawking their wares in the crisp morning air.
You casually pocket a couple of apples as you pass a fruit stall. Next to it, a farmer is trying to calm a team of red palfreys. The heavy smell of horse-dung mixes with charcoal smoke, expensive perfumes, salt, sweat, and a thousand different scents.
You take a good look around deciding what to do first.