He was neat and tidy.

He wore a dark blue doublet reaching to the hips, with a buff leather belt, in which was stuck a dagger.

His leggings, fitting tightly down to the ankles, were of dark maroon cloth, and he wore short boots of tanned leather.

A plain white collar, some four inches deep, was worn turned down over the neck of the doublet, and a yellow cloth cap, with a dark cock's feather, was stuck on one side of his head.

In his hand he held a bundle containing a leather jerkin and breeches of the same material, and a pair of buff leather riding boots that would reach to the knee.
"Your brother has laid out the money well, Paolo," Hector said, as he opened the door and led the way into his room.