>Tell the soldier the child assaulted you and thank him for getting filth like that off the streets

The soldier doesn’t reply. He keeps his grip on the boy and says nothing. It’s the fat man in silk robes who steps forward instead, looking you up and down. Then he walks closer with a confident smile.

"Good sir, I’m the merchant Ivano Golini. What マグニフィセント ガーメンツ you are wearing. It’s the finest silk I’ve ever seen."

You don’t catch everything, but it seems he’s impressed by your cheap tracksuit. It’s cheap where you come from, but here, it must look exotic and expensive.

I'm using katakana to obscure the English words and reflect how you perceive them.

"Sir, thank you," you reply. “You are beautiful too.”

He lets out a pleased chuckle. "Business has been good lately, indeed. But I’m not on your level." He pauses. "This slave might not look like much, but he’s Baron Blackham’s favorite. It’s good you helped us catch him. It would have been a ディザースター if we had lost him. I tell you what. If you visit my shop, I will give you a small ディスカウント."

You bow politely. You’re not entirely sure what he said, but it sounds like you’ve earned some kind of reward.

"Sir, what's the name of your shop?"

He hands you a business card. The letters are unfamiliar, written in an elegant, golden script that looks nothing like any alphabet you’ve ever seen. The people here speak English, but their written language is clearly something different.

"My shop is called the Golden セラーリオー. I look forward to your visit.”

With that, he bows politely and walks away with the soldier and the boy, who is still struggling. They disappear down a narrow alley.

What will you do?
>Return home for dinner
>Quickly investigate to find information about the local money
>Hit the armored man from behind. [Roll 1d100, DC 15]
>Write in