Noah's clothing had suffered some damage since he had received it. There was a cut in his sleeve and the material was wearing thin at the knees and elbows. But he had attempted to clean his clothes and himself before he came.

"Good to see you, ser." he said sheepishly, when the man approached him. So he had remembered. Noah followed him in, nervously biting his lip. His hands were sweaty. Well, look, the guy was rather big and bore himself with such confidence, that it was intimidating. The people looking at him didn't help. He looked straight ahead, trying to ignore the silent disapproval. They were led to their table, and Noah waited to sit down until Quentin did.