It didn’t sink in that deep yet. Even as we were in Stockholm, Sweden. Andy was relying fully on the GPS to take us to Terrassen, a grand hotel. Heylian pulled strings so that’d we’d look rich enough to look like we belong there.
I was wearing a black suit. It made things simpler. Black slacks, shirts, shoes, and socks. Maqius was the same except he had a waistcoat and dark blue tie without a jacket. Andy too dressed almost the same as both of us. Except he wore a white shirt and had what looked like a tail of a racoon assorted with feathers hung over his neck. Claiming that he stood out most. Red was the same as us except only the black shirt with rolled up sleeves and a loose black tie.
I wonder why they couldn’t dress more properly. Those cloths from top to bottom and underwear all c
