Looking back, he saw that the person the Plate Armor Knights were trying to protect was Albert Weston, whom he had met just recently.
The young noble was dressed in crisp, form-fitting riding attire and had the air of a military aristocrat.
Colin waved and said, "I really did just come for a wrap. Did you leave Silver Star Court too?"
"Things have been busy lately. Have you heard about the upcoming triumph ceremony? I'm here for that," Albert said with a smile. "By the way, will you be free in about a month? There's something I'd like your team to help with."
"What is it specifically?"
"To escort me back to my lands."
'Escorting a noble's convoy? That's a pretty simple job.'
Colin nodded and said, "I'll mention it to Edwin. If we're free then, we can help you."
"That would be perfect."
Just as Albert finished speaking, the shop owner passed a wrap through the window, then asked tentatively, "Excuse me, how many more do you need?"
