We left the King's District with a bath, a haircut, a change of clothes, and a favor (unspecified, but presumably "a 10% cut of the next year's canelle revenues" would be too big) from the King.
It was, at this point, that we had to go shopping. For my part, I wanted a shirt that wasn't white.
A decent gray shirt was ten blacksides.
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