Bryan was in town purchasing some apples from a vendor when he accidentally backed up into someone. Apologizing as he turned around, "Oh! I'm sorry…" However, when Bryan saw who he bumped into, his eyes became like saucers and his mouth fell open.
The man smiled and pat Bryan on the shoulder, "Recognized me, did you? Don't worry, I'm not here to stir up trouble." The man looked around with a smile and acknowledged the town seemed to be prosperous. Quite a change from the last time he had been here when everyone seemed down and barely had the energy to get out of bed, let alone shout for someone to purchase their wares. He looked down to Bryan's hand and saw the pair of apples in them and took one out of his hand, examining it closely.
"These are some healthy-looking apples. Where did they get these from? Do you know?" the man asked.
Bryan stuttered out an answer, "From tha orchards I s'pose, C'mander Bennet, sir."
