Beth looked at the unconvinced expression on the matron's face with an awkward smile. The servants who were waiting for her were getting impatient, as evident by their constant glances at her. The head of the servants leaned toward her, pulling her close.
"Are you sure that you'll be alright?" The girl asked, lowering her voice once again.
Beth sighed. This was the fifth time that the girl was asking her the same question. About an hour ago, she had asked permission from her to go out with the other servants to the market. At first, the matron was quite hesitant. But with a little bit of persistence, she had agreed hesitantly.
"Yes, matron." She replied, scratching her head. "I have to get the things myself."