"Quiet well and if it is all the same to you, you may call me Quentin assuming you are alright with being called Uriel." Quentin responds to the man as they shake hands firmly. They both had callouses surprisingly and neither was giving a limp grip it seemed. "I am sure this all seems quite odd to you but I have a..." The lord frowns and considers the best way to phrase it. "Interest in young Mister Longbottom. We ran into each other some time ago." He skipped over the part where the lad had been trying to pickpocket him. "And he won my sympathy and some help with the promise of further help if I was pleased with how he handled himself between our meetings. So I suppose you could consider it a bit of an informal wardship. Seeing that he has found himself employment and a career path I am interested in continuing to help facilitate his, and his brother's, continued rise out of the poor circumstances I found them in. This, in brief, brings us to today. My goal here is to continue to take steps to help young Master Noah along his path towards stability."