Unfortunate encounter with a noble

Sally finds the first two stalls. The fruit seller was an old family friend of theirs so she knew just where to go.

“Oh Sally, the usual order then?”

“Not this time Uncle Giro, today we have an important guest, so bring out your best.”

“Hey, are you saying I don’t usually give my best?”

“That’s not what I mean—“ from there she picks up a few apples, bananas, and other fresh fruits, especially picked out by the man himself.

Next on the agenda was the butcher, a genial lady who knew her way around a cleaver. The way she chopped the legs off the chicken and ducks was pretty disturbing for Sally, but she still walked up with a smile.

“Hey Auntie, special order coming.”

“Don’t give me that Auntie, I’m not that much older than your exposed ass.”

“Hey! I’m wearing underwear.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” She shoves a bag to Sally who picks it up, confirming her order is present before waving off.

It’s at the wine seller than she starts to have issue. Rather than a stall, this place had its own storefront, parked outside of which was a rather ostentatious carriage, it’s markings black and held an emblem that was a little unfamiliar to Sally, it didn’t look like the local lord’s carriage.

But Sally didn’t really think much of it, after all, she had never really stepped out of her own little town before, so she had never needed to learn these sorts of things, which is why she didn’t take more care than she ought to have when opening the door to the wine shop.

Heading straight towards the door, opening it up with a wide and energetic swing! But just as she opens it, she feels an abrupt impact from the door in her hand, and a loud cry as something shatters.

She stares forwards as she sees a girl in a maid uniform lying on the ground, her uniform splattered by a deep red purple color as shards litter the ground. Her face a mix of shock, and a certain trembling.

“Are you alright?” Sally rushes to her side, feeling a little guilty as she didn’t expect to cause an incident here. The girl in front seems to be shaking, but…is she smiling. The girl oddly enough doesn’t pay any attention to Sally as she turns around and starts to head towards the man behind her, crawling to his feet.

“I’m so sorry Master, please punish this lowly servant for breaking your bottle and staining the uniform you provided me. Please punish me.” The way the girl was groveling on the ground with a fervent vigor that confused her.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” The black haired man had a cold look on his face as he looked upon the servant. It sent a certain chill down Sally’s spine, more so than any sort of winter air could. “The one who is at fault is the one who hit you with the door. Wouldn’t that be the case?”

“Even so—“

“My position on this is final. Go get yourself changed, I’ll handle this from here.”

“Yes master.” The maid rises quickly as she starts to hurry to the carriage, seemingly not caring that she steps on the broken shards of glass on the floor, leaving Sally and the black haired man in the middle of the store. Who gives Sally a cold look as he asks.

“Well now, are you going to say anything?”