Igaram, as the Royal guard, usually isn 't delegated to do groceries-- but here he is today.

A crutch on one hand and a special shopping list on the other (there were still a ton of things their little princess wanted that she couldn 't order through the main channels of the palace because buying weapons and maps was unbecoming for a princess or something, Igaram agreed,) he makes his way through the streets.

'Ah, Igaram-san! ' a shopkeeper greets him, 'how 's your foot today? Doing well? '

Igaram smiles back, 'I 'm getting rather used to how it works, ' he says, testingly stamping on the ground with his prosthetic.

'Igaram-san, Igaram-san! ' the lady from the herb shop calls, 'won 't you fancy some salves and creams? It 'll help the aches! '

'Ah, I 'm fine, ' Igaram says, 'there 's quite a stock in the palace. '