Robert spied Noel as they walked. He was wearing a sleek all black suit ensemble as if attending a funeral. Despite the icy and muddy slush that laid on the forest terrain, Noel stepped around it with ease leaving his midnight black leather shoes remarkably shiny. Robert noted the sharpness of his pants creases, no doubt pressed daily. His finely tailored wool coat fit perfectly around him, and he wore it unbuttoned as if the cold didn’t bother him. The dove-gray band on his derby matched his cashmere scarf and his royal purple tie was the only splash of color in his sleek ensemble creating an air of importance that he wore well. All of these weren’t just the marks of a man who could afford the luxury and opulence, but the mark of a man who knew the power it gained him.