Don't worry, I'll see to it," says Adriano, "and anything else you need."
"Okay, so put in an order for a couple jugs of mead and a nice bottle of wine. Oh, and a good wheel of cheese. That should do it," Fizza says as if she's a duchess ordering a fine dress. You guess this is the most money she's ever been allowed to spend in one day.
"Got it," Adriano says. "Give me the breastplate, and I'll go put it somewhere safe. But I have a favor to ask in exchange."
"What?" Fizza asks cautiously.
"You said you're going to the market? I'd like to come along."
"Please. Why does a stable boy want to tag along to watch us do some shopping?"
"I heard the Contessa is in town, throwing some festival in the market. I'd like to go see."
"The Contessa? Who's that?" you ask.
"You haven't heard of Contessa di Rossi? She governs the county around here. Where you live, I assume?"
"Sure, we know all about Contessa di Rossi," Fizza says. "Fine, you can come. Maybe you can help us carry some things."