Temple of the Traveler: book 01 - Doors to Eternity
“He’d been posing in front of a gold-trimmed mirror for over two hours, and he’d rather have faced a street mob than continue for another minute. Strellikan arrived just in time, dressed in a casual, midnight-blue robe and his favorite, brown wig. His lordship pulled the tailor aside and said, “Wonderful work, Jacamo. How has our young guest been?”
“My, he’s a big one,” the man with the chalk and measuring cord whispered with a lisp.
The master of the Royal Mint wasn’t flustered by this comment. “Yes, well he needs to be big to do his job. The current unpleasantness in the streets makes it necessary for a man of my station to protect himself. A personal bodyguard seemed prudent.”
“And tasty,” the tailor said with enthusiasm. “Have you seen the interesting brand on his shoulder?”
At this, Lord Strellikan raised an eyebrow. “Jacamo, might I have a moment alone with my new retainer to discuss the arrangements for tonight?”
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