"What brings you here today?" Gador asked, releasing his grip and motioning with his hand, inviting Pronto inside. He stepped aside, leading Pronto toward the house. This was something he had learned in etiquette class, for which he had spent a considerable sum to hire a retired royal etiquette master to teach him the daily courtesies of high society. This also made him realize that continuing down his current path was utterly meaningless.
Three hundred bucks for a thirty minute lesson. You could say it was expensive, or you could choose not to learn, but plenty of people wanted to learn, and Gador had to pull some strings with a big boss just to secure the etiquette master. The more Gador was exposed to the things of high society, the more he felt his own insignificance. For Gador, this was a good thing because it allowed him to finally understand that he wasn't as grand as he thought.
