Nolan coughed and started walking to the right, along the wall of the giant wall. Now that they were walking toward another direction, with the practicing men to the right of them.
And now that they were directly visible to the men, each and every one stopped what they were doing and looked at Nolan with a reverence.
This was a reverence that did not come with spending money. This was a reverence that could not be bought. It was one of true respect. These people looked at Nolan like he was a god. And that confused Jake. He was wondering who this mysterious man was, who he never heard of in the ten years that Horace dominated a part of the world.
"These people, they look at you with such respect. When others look at their boss, they look at them with fear, not respect. I wonder what you did to them. Did you save every single one of their lives?" Jake asked. There wasn't a hint of amusement in his face though.