"...My goodness."

And the Medicine Seller bowed. He was never particularly sincere about such things, but it never hurt to pay respect to one's social superiors.

It had been a long time since feudalism and strict social classes had been around, but old habits died hard.

"Such an honour."

For who it was hard to say, as the Medicine Seller's voice seemed to be a constant, deadpan monotone.

"...Though... I do not know what a Rider class is."