Pulling out his pocket watch Quentin checks the time, then sweeps his gaze over Noah. The boy hadn't noticed him yet but would shortly Quentin was sure. Still, the lord wanted to take stock of the state of the boy's clothing. This would give Quentin some idea of how Noah had made out over the last month.

Then the big man crosses the street and awards Noah with a smile. "Ah, young mister Noah. I am pleased to see that not only did you remember our appointment, you are early to it. Good man. Come, let's get a table and you can tell me how you faired." Quentin leading the way inside securing them a table swiftly, he'd actually made a reservation.