IMAGINE: Bain saving you from Alfrid Lickspittle

IMAGINE: Bain saving you from Alfrid Lickspittle

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Aidanturnerimagines By Aidanturnerimagines Updated Jul 15, 2015

     You throw the hood of your cloak over your head and step outside, the cold air immediately slinking through your clothes. You shiver and make your way across the bridge. The sounds of men calling out, babies squalling, and dogs barking surround you. Despite the fishy and tar smell of Lake Town, it is still your home and you love it. With your wicker basket gently hitting the side of your hip, you swiftly make your way to the market. "Oh, good morning, Y/N. Nice to see you today." James, the marketeer, greets, while sorting through some vegetables. "Good morning, James." You return, giving him a smile. You get your items and then bring them over to him. "How's business?" You ask, dishing out the correct amount of money. "You know how it is." He mutters, shaking his head. He looks up at you. "I think I'm going to have to close shop." He says sadly. "No." You breathe, frowning. He shrugs as you put your things in your basket. "That's awful." You state. He nods. "It's the master that'...