You walked down the dusty street with a straight posture, holding the list in your hand and reading it carefully. Each item on the list seemed to be an endless reminder that your maid had fallen ill and that all these duties were your responsibility. Your irritation became more and more apparent, and squinting your eyes, you muttered a few curses to yourself. Rin walked beside you, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. His figure towered above the passers-by and he had his eyes slightly closed, enjoying the hustle and bustle of the streets of Sandrallar. The contrast between your tension and his calmness was obvious, and it seemed that nothing could break his equanimity. Every step he took was confident and firm, as if he were a rock in the middle of a raging sea, ready to come to your rescue at any moment.

Rin, noticing your irritation, turned his head towards you and said with a soft smile: "Mistress, do not let minor inconveniences mar your day. I'm here to help you with everything. The grocery list is not the biggest problem we can face. Let's get through this together, and you'll see it's not that hard."

You exhaled heavily while nodding, keeping your annoyed facial expression. A wicker bag hung on your shoulder, with your unremarkable belongings nestled in it. Absorbed in reading the list, you were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't notice the sandrelf sneaking up behind you, hiding his face under his cloak. He slowly reached for your bag as if casually, but it couldn't escape Rin's attentive gaze. In a flash he reacted, turning and grabbing the thief's arm, twisting it with graceful dexterity. You flinched, recoiling to the side, eyes fearfully running from one face to the other, assessing what was happening. "Don't you dare touch Mistress." - Rin said with a sinister tinge in his voice, his words sounding like a threat aimed at the thief. "Your hand should tremble at even the thought of touching her property." - He added, maintaining his straightforwardness and seriousness.