Adam pointed at the sailors unloading boxes and barrels in front of the commercial centers. A man dressed in a flowing long coat nodded each time a sailor reported the contents. White hair, curled in a peculiar way, fluttered with the movement and a moustache almost as big as Yann's twitched each time he spoke, prompting Adam to snort. "This man looks... ridiculous."
He turned toward Yann, his lips pursed. "Don't tell me that's trendy in the archipelago."
Yann passed a hand through his brown hair, his lips snapping into a thin line. He clicked his tongue after a moment of silence. Eventually, he said, "Now that I look at it after so long... It indeed looks ridiculous." He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as if to forget a shameful memory. "Most nobles, their stewards, and trusted aids wear this aberration. To distinguish ourselves from commoners, they said. They only look more stupid."
