"Never expected it to be him, nor did I expect to meet here, in such a way..."
Reynard sighed with emotion, uncertain if he was lamenting the lost youth or the fate connecting the two.
Lance understood; the two weren't closely related, just acquainted, enough to know of each other.
No wonder he didn't recognize him at first.
Back in the day, when they met, Reynard was probably still a handsome young man, and now they're both weathered with age, donning big beards.
Just like Baldwin back then, as a king, naturally wore luxurious clothes and various ornaments representing his status, always followed by a retinue, exuding the imposing aura of a monarch.
Now, he's become a bald and hairless man in tattered clothes, with the former arrogance of a superior completely worn away, leaving only a mundane transformation.
Lance recalled a famous saying, "Being down and out isn't scary; what's scary is being recognized by acquaintances."
