‘It is a very typical fall day’ Alex Blackborne, child of Viscount Jacob Blackborne, thought to himself.
He was currently passing through town in his silver carriage with the Blackborne family crest, four hoes surrounding a sword in a diamond shape. He was being followed by his loyal knights and his advisor that day, as his father tasked him with meeting the newly appointed mage apprentice. It is a great honor to have a mage apprentice of the Great Mage Seymer in their fiefdom so his father wanted to meet him once before he left but unfortunately an important guest showed up which prevented him from attending. As the best replacement he had, he sent his first son to greet him. With so much pressure on Alex to do a good job, he felt quite stressed but still tried to keep the smile that was well known by the Blackborne family. The Blackborne were well known for being very kind even to commoners, and he had to maintain that status.
As Alex was pondering, he felt his carriage stop and the driver said politely “We’re here Sir Alex.”
Normally it wasn’t proper for a servant to call a noble by their name, but their butler, Alfred, had been around with the family for quite some time and had a high standing within the family.
As Alex got out, he saw the rather luxurious clothing store by commoners standards that the child was last seen at according to the Blackborne family’s intel, and as he was dismounting the carriage he saw a young boy with a gray and silver cloak come out of the store.
The guards went up to the boy but Alex waved them down and went up to the kid, who was clearly nervous “Hello Sir, are you perhaps John? Son of Patrick the farmer?”
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As I was walking out of the store I saw a plethora of knights and a young man in rather elegant blue and white silk clothes come out of a carriage. The crest on the carriage I immediately recognized from the boys memories as the Blackborne, the owners of the city and most of the land surrounding it.
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He came up to me and asked politely “Hello Sir, are you perhaps John? Son of Patrick the farmer?”
I quickly said “Yes” and panicked a bit.
The boy was about half a head taller then me and quite a bit more muscular. He may have been mistaken as a body builder back on earth but he wasn’t quite muscular enough for it to be disturbing. He would probably be able to go on magazines everywhere on earth.
“If you don’t mind me asking, were you shopping at this store for anything in particular?” The young boy questioned
“Yes, just some leather armor to protect myself for my travel to the capitol.”
“I see, I see. Alfred please come with me, and you too.” He looked at me and directed me inside the store.
I come back into the store that I just left to see the tailor sweeping the floor but suddenly dropping his broom after seeing me and the young boy.
“Young master, what brings you into my fine establishment?”
“Help this man get the finest leather armor you have at this store. I’ll be paying for it.”
“Very well, young master.”
After a slight shock from this turn of events, I quickly follow the Tailor and he guides me to the front display case where I see a full set of hard leather armor with a thin sheet of chain mail under it. It was dyed black with gold trim and seemed to be the best armor in the store. Before I had time to process the young masters butler came up, pulled out a monocle and inspected the item.
“A combination of troll hide and fire salamander skin would give this piece good fire resistance and cold resistance at the same time. Also, the salamander skin would prevent water getting underneath it in the rain. All in all I’d personally rate this piece a solid eight out of ten in terms of quality.”
“You have excellent eyes for detail! I am currently selling this for two large gold pieces-”
“I’ll take it!” The boy cut him off, eager to look good in front of the mage apprentice as he pulls out two large coins from a pouch in his pocket.
As the young boy, no young master was handing the gold coins to the tailor, John was extremely confused. “Young master, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you being so kind to me by buying me this expensive armor when I’m a lowly commoner?”
“I will explain in the carriage. For now is there any other stores you would like to visit?”
‘Weren’t young masters supposed to be extremely rude and arrogant and say ‘Your courting death!’ a lot?’