(He's basically a merchant for everything. Just ask.)
The carriage bobbed up and down as the wheels of it clattered over the occasional pebble or bump on the road. Nicolas was going to meet Baron Stonesthrone, a man he had worked with since he had become a baron. The immortal human flipped the watch open, making sure that he was on time before he closed his eyes again, placing his hands on his lap. The Baron had given him the honour of providing part of the honour guard for him, though Nicolas had insisted that there was no need for the honour guard. He was safe enough with his own guards, all handpicked not from the army, but from the mercenaries that came by the city.
Moving his sleeve up to his elbow, Nicolas appraised the artifact on his wrist. The golden armlet on his wrist had a ruby set inside it, glowing dimly. Its purpose was to seal his aura and magic, making sure he would never use it again. His quest for knowledge and power had brought a heavy toll on his social life, killing off his children and wife. Nicolas' vision turned blurry as tears formed in his eyes, with one of them streaking down his cheek.
Unforunately, that was the time when Jerry, his secretary popped in to check. Opening the window flap Jerry had poked his head in, though his smile was quickly wiped off as he saw the tears.
"Are you okay, sir?"
Nicolas hastily wiped away his tears and gave a shaky laugh, before saying casually, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Something got into my eye thats all, darned carriage-makers." Expertly diverting the subject, Nicolas said again, "How long more till we reach the Baron's place?"
"I expect we will reach it in about .. Ten minutes, sir."
Dismissing his secretary with a wave of his hand, Nicolas scolded himself silently. He cannot be caught crying like that, else there would be a risk of him revealing his past life. His past life was .. Well, past. It wasn't Nicolas the Alchemyst and Magician now, but Nicolas the Shrewd Businessman. Adjusting his collar slightly, Nicolas looked into the mirror set in the door of the carriage. Attire was always important when meeting with the bigwigs.
He felt the carriage stop moving, as his secretary opened the door of the carriage for him. Stepping out from the carriage, Nicolas walked towards the familiar figure on the horse. Opening his arms in a gesture of friendship Nicolas smiled brightly at the young man and said, "Long time no see, Tarys! What service do you need of me?"