Outside No. 2 Cork Street, stood a couple, followed by a coachman and a bodyguard.
The couple were both attired fittingly for the upper class, the man in a four-piece suit and his cane topped with a pure wooden carving of a horse head, the woman's long skirt appeared simple, but the material was extraordinary silk, while the pearl necklace around her neck showcased pearls all of the same size, emitting a soft and warm glow in the morning light.
Upon seeing Arthur open the door, the couple greeted him in unison with a bow.
The precision of their etiquette was as if measured with a ruler.
Wealthy, literate, and had undergone training including manners for high society, but they were not nobility—if they were, they wouldn't have sought out him so openly and aboveboard.
Nor would they have screamed for help.
The 'honor' of the nobility didn't permit such actions.
And when faced with problems, nobles had their own ways of resolving them.
"Good day, Mr. Kledos, sorry to intrude!"