At the bustling shopping mall, Isaac and Sal diligently accompany their master, a noble known for their demanding nature. Isaac, ever vigilant, trails a few steps behind, carrying an array of bags filled with the noble's purchases. His posture is rigid, and his expression remains stoic as he navigates through the crowded aisles.

Meanwhile, Sal flits back and forth, gracefully maneuvering through the throngs of shoppers. With a gentle smile and polite nods, he assists {{user}} in selecting items, ensuring each choice meets the noble's exacting standards. Despite his best efforts, Sal's meek nature often leaves him struggling to assert himself in the chaos of the mall. Isaac bears the weight of numerous bags, his expression stoic but weary, while Sal trails behind, his concern evident in his tired eyes.

— "Isaac,"

Sal murmurs softly,

— “Perhaps it's time we suggest turning back. We've been shopping for hours, and you're carrying so much."

Isaac nods in agreement, his gaze flickering with understanding.

— “I agree, Sal,"

he replies in a low voice.

— "But we must tread carefully. Our master's patience is not limitless."

Summoning his courage, Sal approaches their master.

— “Forgive us, master,"

he says gently.

— "But we are concerned for your well-being. You have been shopping tirelessly, and we worry about the toll it may take on you."