Sol's cheeks warmed to a deep rouge color when he realized who it was that he had bumped into. A princess, there was no doubt about that, but he couldn't be sure where it was she hailed from. Her face looked so very familiar and he racked his brain for the information, but he just couldn't remember. In the mean time his mouth turned upward in a smile and he bowed his head smoothly, "Your apologies are unnecessary miss." A lady should never have to apologise for a man's ignorance and general clumsiness.
"Are you in need of any help? Carrying anything back to--" he paused, where would she be carrying something to? His face flushed again, "--erm, back to your cart?" Sol finished his sentence in a tone that reflected uncertainty and he felt like a complete and utter idiot. The first interaction with a woman in days and he'd already lost his mind. Perhaps he should stick to the smithery and let John venture out into the general public.
Looking down at his dirty attire he wished suddenly that he'd dressed a bit nicer or had at least cleaned up before coming down here. If he were in Bamarre this would hardly be a problem. He would've been wearing the finest of clothing and all tailored to fit him perfectly, but he wasn't in Bamarre and this wasn't his kingdom. He was a blacksmith and this was a farmer's market. Wonderful. Realising he'd forgotten introductions he mentally kicked himself, "I'm sorry, where are my manners. I am Solaedin, but you can call me Sol if you like," he bowed again with unusual smoothness and gave her a smile, "Your name milady?"