"Of my... standing? Pull the pud from your ear, fellow. I am wearing this clothing because I have a cart full of things to fill my new home with. One does not wear their Sunday best for hauling furniture." He stepped aside and gestured toward the cart that was laden with stuff. Nice stuff. "I am not surprised that my brother doesn't want to claim his family, but I can assure you, there are more of us and I am the tamest, if the most talkative. Please retrieve Zecheriah..." His tone was filled with annoyance by that point, and he had a furious expression on his face, but his voice remained quiet and reasonable for the most part. To be treated like a second class citizen by his brother was one thing, to have his butler doing the dirty work simply pissed the big man off.