[Wilhelm can't spare too much time staring into the woods, checking the shadows for movement. There's the trail to contend with. It wasn't made with wheels in mind — that's what the road is supposed to be for. Stray rocks and roots, which are no matter for a horse to bound over without breaking stride, create an obstacle course for bikes. He has to swerve to avoid a ridge where a large flat rock pokes out of the worn earth.]

No, but it's nice to have the extra cash. Otherwise you're relying on the castle for everything. [Throwing his head back, flipping his hair with obvious facetiousness, he adds:] How else could I afford my luxurious lifestyle?

[But it's true he has little trouble finding things to spend his money on... He definitely doesn't miss being broke, back before he picked up the courier gig. Back when the crown was stingier with their coffers, and the only way he had to make a few coins was picking up odd jobs around town.]