Wilhelm breaks into a grin when he spots Mat. Perched on a stone wall that overlooks the beach, he's got balanced on his lap a newspaper full of fritters made from fish, which he's munching on. He has on a short-sleeved tunic that's embroidered with a pattern of leaves and flowers at its edges. Peeking out on his right bicep is his new tattoo, two frogs climbing up a fern. He's been keen to show it off since he got it at the start of the month.

"No, not yet," he chuckles, popping another fritter into his mouth.

Before today, he'd never taken a bike to Borrel — so before today, the people of Borrel had never seen such a thing. He's gotten a wave of incredulous looks as he wheels around town. Well, they'd better get used to it. Wilhelm nods at the instrument strapped to Mat's back.

"Making good money today?"