The man had slightly winced at the bump and made an awkward stand as if to defend himself, but upon seeing a sweet youth before him, he straightened up.
"Oh my," he said. "Sincere apologies, miss. Are you alright?"
The girl with the flowing blonde hair had stopped eating chocolates when the girl started crying. She sighed and pulled out a fan.
"Didn't you hear her, Wanyu?" the girl said in an exceedingly bored tone. "She's going to get a lashing for getting a tiny bit of dust on that dress. Pitiful, isn't it?"
The old man frowned.
"That does sound worrisome," he said.
Strange how he translated the girl saying "pitiful" into "worrisome". The girl sighed and stepped forward. A closer look at her attire, she was wearing a lilac Saoirsian dress with many layers and ruffles. Thin sleeves bloomed into a bell at her shoulders and a rose ornamented her sash. She wore a lace bonnet that tied into a ribbon under her chin. Granted, she was probably extremely hot from all the layers she was wearing, but she showed no sign of it.
"Servants should know better than to sprint when carrying something precious for their nobles," the girl said indignantly. "I for one would never trust a servant who was so reckless as to bump into other people and wrinkle my dresses, let alone mar them of disgusting sand."
"I'm sure it was a mere accident, Little Miss," the man called Wanyu said.
The girl glanced sideways and scoffed.
"I doubt a noble would let you carry around a dress not properly and delicately placed inside a box," she said. "Do you realize how hasty and careless this girl is? I bet she deserves every lashing she gets for this."
The man slowly nodded.
"I suppose I would do nothing else but submit myself to a lashing or a week at the stocks were I to commit the same mistake towards you, Little Miss," the man said. He looked at Amani and stooped down a bit. "But don't let any of that threaten you, young mademoiselle. Little Miss is more than lenient enough to allow me to explain the situation to your mistress."
"Yes, and perhaps she'd like the rest of chocolates, too," she said. "I'm sure a person with no taste in servants and export of her items will have no qualms about mediocre chocolates."
She looked at the box with disgust and extended it towards Amani.
"Hey, maybe you'd like them, servant girl," she said. "It'll make a good last supper before you meet your scourging, don't you think?"