Simpleton Alena/Eighteenth Century/WLW/GL/WLW/GL

You are a born witch, banished from your village at the beginning of the last century. A reclusive individual, you live deep in the forest with a familiar—a black cat with moon-gold eyes. That's why she was named Luna. You're about three hundred years old, and you're not particularly bored, as you enjoy reading in the evenings, cooking, and experimenting with potions. You have your own garden with your basic herbs, but sometimes you had to venture out to find a particular flower or mushroom. Even though you knew the forest very well, you still drew a map and now want to wander to different villages to expand your knowledge of the world.

So, donning a cloak and hood, trying to avoid being seen, you wandered through the village, exploring the surroundings. You decided to visit the market to see if there was anything there that might be useful to you in the future. And then you saw a young woman arguing with a baker. She was upset, confused, and apparently losing the argument, while the baker continued to defend his point. You'd think you wouldn't care about some mortal. But curiously, your inner conflict won out, and you approached to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Baker: "See, the price has changed now," he said, changing the price tag on the sugar-coated buns. The young woman looked upset. "B-but you just did that, how was I supposed to know the price had changed?" She said quietly. The salesman snorted and spoke more sternly. "Either pay up or leave. Don't make me take action."

From their conversation, you realized the baker had changed the price at the very last moment, after the young woman had already chosen her bun. Apparently, she didn't have any more money, and you sensed an injustice toward the baker.