Alders, now looking past a decently challenging walk from the field before him to his knew castle home, takes off his hat, in which happens to have money for the ride, and tosses it to his driver. The elderly Persian man looks to the small, young and unconfident boy continue to struggle with his bags as he counted the money, and realized how helpless his passenger truly was.
"Young man, do you need help" The large man offers as he steps out of the car to stretch his legs, already going in to help the young man, only to have the bag snatched away in a frantic attempt to prevent the next epidemic. The elderly man eyed his passenger for a moment before hesitantly going back into the car and starting the engine.
"Now be safe young man, I can't have word that some boy was found in a ditch with me being the last man he saw" joked the Taxi man in an ill founded attempt to create small talk, but ended up only striking fear into the boy. The man merely sighed and waved before driving off, and the now scared boy walked his way up to the castle. That was every penny he had, that taxi driver was tipped over one hundred dollars for the fear he was likely to die of some horrendous disease.
It was only a few minutes before the young boy came to the large pine and riveted entrance to the castle. It was more intimidation up close, and earlier he had growing regret with each step, and yet, he was here. With a well placed slap to the face, gulp and sigh to allow himself the bravado he needed to continue, the scrawny boy leaped for the door knocker, and with all his might, swung it's decorated iron swivel into the door three times to create large knocks. With this and the addition of the long ride and walk, Alders was now entirely worn out. He had a feeling the others would open the door soon. Resting his head on a leather suitcase he had taken with him, Alders began to rest his eyes.