Loraine, a young peasant woman, was in a rush to get home. She has loafs of bread and apples in her hands. She weaved through people and was doing pretty good until she ran into you.

She fell to the ground with her things, everything going everywhere. She looked up at the person the ran into and gasped. "Your Majesty!"

It was obvious she was poor. Her clothes were torn in some parts and were mucky. It looks like she hadn't had a clean bath in a while.

She bowed on the ground. "I apologize profusely! I did not mean any harm to the king!"