The tailors panicked. If the two girls came into the space and saw the blood, then what if they told the butler that they were mistreating the boy. Thus, the tailor whose attendant had pricked the boy, bowed his body down as well.
There was no way he would lower himself so much as to kneel in front of the boy after all.
"Young master, please forgive my clumsy assistant." His voice was loud, causing even those who were outside the space to hear it.
Almathea and Evy, outside the curtain, could hear it exceptionally well. The name of this tailor was Alexandar. He was one of the high ranking tailors of which the guild mistress had some sort of dirt on, and that was the reason why he had rushed over immediately after being called. Only to discover that he was being told to make clothes for children who had just been adopted by the guild mistress.
Who did not know that this was a kind way of saying that they had come from unknown origins.