The man that stepped up did not come from money. His shoes were worn, his slacks could be purchased at the mall-- and probably were at least three years ago-- and he wore a green and yellow argyle sweater over his button up shirt. He was barely middle class business casual.
The Trickster was your middle management nightmare.
"Mr. Echolls! I just got your paperwork in. Transfer from a UC school, that must have been nice."