Surprised to be greeted so suddenly by someone who appeared to be of higher status, potentially the gentry, Ronnard would instinctively put out his hand to shake the other man’s, opening his mouth to answer him afterwards. When he spoke, his voice would come out rather smoothly, speaking neither too slowly nor too quickly.
“Ronnard, m’lord, a pleasure to meet you. I’ve come to seek a few of those things actually, as I suppose my higher place in society comes with wealth, doesn’t it?”
Ronnard would smile to the man, letting out a chuckle at his own remark, as to ensure the man understood he was just being witty.
