Apparently all the food at the store went missing and our quick-thinking merchant here decided to set up shop and sell the stuff she'd already been hoarding. 'Sell' meaning to trade in this case, either with goods or labour.

[He hadn't quite expected Rudy to turn up while they were discussing things though, nor did he imagine things would escalate so quickly. Still, at least he knew how this Anna dealt with thieves now.]

Since she didn't seem to be letting up on the idea I thought I'd stay a while longer and give her a hand. We need food after all.