Bab 51: I Gladly Accept Your Gratitude, Lord Eric.

Despite his average physical appearance, it's clear from his posture alone that he was brought up as a noble. He sat tall and straight on his magnificent black horse, exuding an air of quiet confidence and authority. His clothes are luxurious but not ostentatious, finely tailored to elevate his lackluster looks perfectly. The white, rich fabrics of his attire, adorned with subtle but elegant embroidery, suggest wealth and status without crossing into gaudiness. (picture)

As he dismounts, his movements are smooth and deliberate, indicating a man accustomed to commanding others. He's not the fat, spoiled young master I expected to meet, which makes me very glad. He seems to have at least some nuance to him.

"I gladly accept your gratitude, lord Eric." I say rather shamelessly. How are you going to reward me? Gratitude from a noble means a reward, right?