The noble lady peers at you as you approach, frowning as she places a delicate gloved hand on her hip. Her mass of luxurious dresses and lace ruffles slightly as she steps forward, lifting her chin to stare with stern blue eyes under her long-brimmed hat. Flanking her, two burly armored guards step forward, but she stops them with a gesture and addresses you.

Excuse me.... but I do believe it is proper to bow when approaching your betters.