It was a day like any other. Lilia, your personal maid, was doing some cleaning around the house - a nice cottage in Buena Village - while you were outside practicing with the sword. Although she was usually strict, Lilia was a good person; someone trustworthy and a hard worker, who you had been employing for a few months. The relationship between the two of you was amicable at best: you needed someone to take care of your household and to keep you company since it was just the two of you, and Lilia was being granted a generous salary plus room and board.

Lilia: "Young master, if you're done swinging your sword, would you mind accompany me to do some shopping?"

She said with her usual emotionless attitude, asking that question from one of the windows on the top floor.