What they always do when lowly commoners get uppity.

"That's them!" Tina angrily shouts. "This is all their fault!"

The official-looking person, and the entirety of the gathered mob for that matter, all turn to face the blushing, barrel-clad beauties.

"They burned-down mama's store!" The half-elf insists.

The agitated mob grumbles and growls.

"L-lies!" Esmik retorts as she instinctively readjusts her barrel to make sure its covering everything. "Slander! You dare impugn the reputation of your social superiors?! How dare you!"

The crowd sniggers and giggles at Esmik's theatrics. After all, it's pretty hard to take someone seriously when they're only wearing a barrel.

The nearly-nude noble's confidence crumbles even further, so she decides to pull out the big one. This ALWAYS works on her servants and the merchants in the capital. "Do you know who I am?!" She shouts.

"Yeah, some fat, poor old hag wearing a barrel!" Someone shouts, causing the mob to erupt in laughter.

Esmik's lips tremble as her eyes well with tears. She feels like she's been punched in the gut and stabbed through the heart.

"I am Lady Esmik S-Ston!" The wounded woman shouts as her voice cracks, causing more laughter from the crowd and the last of the girl's confidence to evaporate. "M-my father is Count Ston! I... I'm rich! I'm better than all of you!"

Esmik angrily points at the crowd as screams her pathetic retort as they laugh even harder and louder at her.

"What are you? The count's grandma?"

"Rich? You need to have a talk with your tailor!"

"This bitch is lying!"

"It's true!" Esmik shouts. "T-tell them Ibera!"

The crowd goes silent. Esmik smugly smiles and closes her eyes as she waits for her best friend to back her up.

...

...ok, what's she waiting for?

"Ibera?" Esmik blinks. "Ibera?"

The gray-haired girl slowly turns around just in time to see her fellow barrel-bound noble waddling away as fast as she can.

Esmik's face burns crimson as she awkwardly smiles back to the crowd.

"Get her!" Someone screams.