Seeing James Quentin closes his eyes and takes a long slow calming breath. He had, on general principle, wanted to bunch Harry Longbottom in the face that last time he'd met the man. Seeing the state of his children though? Quentin was not an easy man to anger but he was damn near ready to see the man and his wife keelhauled. The two are loaded into the hansome, despite the driver's slightly protesting glance and curled nose at Jame's stench. But Quentin simply handed the man an extra shilling for the trouble.

Once they are back at the inn he approaches the concierge, explains what it is he wants done with the two boys and then he turns them over to the man's care. The concierge eyes Noah and James as he might eye a pair of rats he says in a voice dripping with disdain. "If the young masters would follow me." Despite the concierge's clear distaste for them the two boys were, probably for the first time in their lives, taken care of.

Not just taken care of though, they were pampered. They were shown to the bathing chamber first where they were both instructed to strip and get into a pair of tubs filled with warm soapy water. Not just soapy but there were bubbles as well. They were instructed to scrub themselves clean and about half-way through that a barber arrives to clean and cut their hair. When they are out of the bath their clothes are gone but a pair of fluffy bathrobes have been left and they are lead into a room. It is large and lavishly appointed. There is a king-sized bed, which testing would reveal it to be made of something softer than either of the boys had felt before. There was also food. A lot of food, rich, hearty, and delicious and there was all they could eat plus dessert.