Tristan's eyebrows traveled down again into a frown. He covered his eyes for a moment as he understood what had likely happened. Good thing the git wasn't home. He dropped his hand and turned to the boy who had slipped in after this young man to wait for his money.

"I told you to get Mr. Uriel Meijer. Did you go to __?" he gave Mr. Zecheriah's street.

"Aye, ser. That's Mr. Meijer, alright."

"It's the wrong one. Mr. Uriel Meijer. On the farm, at __. Go fetch him, will you?"

"And me pay?!"

"Once you've fetched the right one."

The boy gave him a nasty look, but left, hopefully to fetch Mr. Uriel. Tristan turned back to the two men. "Well, I believe we've had a bit of a misunderstanding..."