"Lad, did you say something?"
Jorick looked at the boy who was around eight years old. He looked exactly like his brother, but the age did not seem to match.
'No, that boy is too young to be Richaem. My brother should be around thirteen or fourteen by now.'
Jorick looked at the boy once more and shook his head, "I thought I saw someone I know, grandpa. I was wrong."
"Let us stop by that shop over there so we can buy you some decent pieces of clothing. You need to dress up to make yourself presentable, and you need to look dignified."
Jorick took out his wallet and began counting the money that he had left. Wolstan heard the sound of money being counted. He did not say anything and just let Jorick continue what he was doing.
Wolstan got off the carriage and extended his hand to Roy.
He used his loud voice when he said, "Dear, please be careful."
