"You, this is only for your kind, right?"
Rian slowly nodded at the trio of royal soldiers. He was in a town where he could keep his hood down at the market.
"This week, yes."
"Good, we'll take it all. We've been waiting for you."
Rian must've looked obviously confused because as two soldiers began packing things up, the third took pity on him.
"Fermented fruit is served on the first and fifth days of the feast and celebration," the soldier explained. "The third princess is marrying a demon, you see."
Rian still charged full price.