"Thank you good man. Have another for your trouble."
He was tall as Vince but not so young. Vince's golden hair flecked downward past his shoulders. He wore fine clothes, ones not customary to a common man. He was, however, no common man, not anymore.
The carriage driver collected his piece in gleeful silence and helped him with his bags.
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