A fragile looking man appeared from the back of the shop and hobbled out on a walking stick to greet the foreigner that had entered his shop. Before he did, he looked around at the state of his shop. There were holes in all the fruit and shelves were broken. It was all because of the bandits that had raided the village a week ago. He had been cleaning constantly, but the mess and destruction was so big, it was going to take him, as an old man, a long time.
"Hello young man, I'm sorry but I can't sell you any fruit at the moment, I can't be too sure what ones don't have bullets in them..." He trailed off and mumbled to himself.
"Could you possibly help me clean the place up a bit?" The man asked feebly, he was so desperate since he couldn't sell any fruit, and without an income, he and his family were slowly going hungry.