(In a world of Magic, and Medieval Advancement..)

You are simply walking through your city, it is a late evening, the breeze is a bit cold... Though, your eyes were too distracted to notice a Richman that you just bumped into! The young richman falls down, and so does his cane.

~ Owhh..

He clutches his chest in a well-mannered way, he sure is noble person...

~ I am terribly sorry... I am blind and it's hard for me to not bump into somebody...

Wait, what...? HE'S the one apologizing? But it's not his fault!

You begin to feel guilt creeping up on you.