The next day, while Chloe White was cleaning the house again, Kennith had gone into town to find more food to give her. He came upon an old lady who had a cart set up near a dark alleyway.

"Young man... Please don't pass me by..." the old lady called.

Kennith stopped and stared, judging her.

"Don't you have any idea who I am?" Kennith asked.

"A young man who's heart is troubled... A young man who has met someone in need..." the old lady said.

"And how would you know?" Kennith asked.

"I just know things..." the old lady said, "Buy something, will you? I need money!"

"What are you selling?" Kennith asked.

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"Just about anything. I'm sure I can offer whatever it is that you desire!" the old lady said.

"Alright... Do you have any apples?" Kennith asked.

"Apples? Yes, of course... But why would someone as rich as you need to buy apples?" the old lady asked.

"I met a girl who loves apples..." Kennith said.

"Fine... Look, I have this real plump apple here. It's sure to be satisfying!" the old lady said, pulling an apple out of seemingly nowhere.

"And how much are you charging for the apple?" Kennith asked.

"Pay me 300 pebbles and I'll give you the apple. If that is what you wish..." the old lady said.

"It is," Kennith said.

He pulled out a sack full of polished pebbles and sat them on the old lady's counter.

"Is that 300?" the old lady asked.

"Should be... Now, give me that apple," Kennith said.

The old lady chuckled and handed him a the large apple. It was a gorgeous apple; red with a few green splotches.

"Thanks for doing business with me, young man!" the old lady said and stashed away the bag of pebbles.

"I've got to get going now, thanks," Kennith said.

His horse wagged her tail impatiently before he got back on and rode away carrying the expensive apple. He reached Chloe White's home within no time and found her chained up again.

"Hey, I've returned... I never asked your name; what is it?" Kennith asked.