[Hector meanders about the grocery store, cloaked, hooded, and gloved even long after coming inside. He's still far from happy about wandering into the village and facing the more crowded places, but with an empty icebox and little more than potatoes and apples left in his pantry, he's presented with few other options. Even a sorcerer has to eat.
Standing on his toes, he reaches for a block of cheese, catching sight of someone walking off from his left--leaving their basket behind. Hector stuffs the cheese into his satchel and calls after her, the forgotten basket in hand.] Miss, I believe you left this.
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Standing on his toes, he reaches for a block of cheese, catching sight of someone walking off from his left--leaving their basket behind. Hector stuffs the cheese into his satchel and calls after her, the forgotten basket in hand.] Miss, I believe you left this.