As Broken strolled through the town, he noticed the townspeople watching him from a distance. Suddenly, a five-year-old boy came running down the street, heading straight toward him.
"Branko! Don't run around on the streets!" a woman, likely the boy's mother, shouted.
Before anyone could react, the boy stumbled and fell right in front of Broken.
"Branko!" the mother cried, rushing after him, her expression shifting to alarm as she realized the Baron was present.
Broken bent down, gently helping the boy back to his feet. "Hey, are you alright?"
"Ye-Yes..." the boy stammered nervously, glancing at his mother.
"Branko..." His mother quickly took hold of his arm as she bowed deeply. "My Lord, I apologize for my son's behavior," she said, her voice trembling with fear, clearly worried about the consequences.
Several onlookers exchanged nervous glances, some swallowing hard as worry spread among them.