Misa looked down at the familiar cadet uniform fitting her in dismay. The old, familiar abandoned shed had served its purpose, and Misa stuffed her dress into her duffel bag before she marched through the hessian curtain that still hung from the door.
"Happy?" she said to Royle, who was waiting for her outside, taking care to lean on the sturdy wall instead of the flimsy door.
Royle nodded. "Come along."
"Royle." Misa didn't move, and Royle had to pause before she continued. "Why did you want me to change?"
"You're not staying in a tavern, Misa," Royle said.
"What?"
"I had you change because you're going to be staying with me at the purgehouse accommodations."
Misa choked. "What? You must be joking!"
She waited for him to confirm that this was, in fact, a joke. A simple prank he ha
