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Art was much too tired to think of going anywhere but his bed that evening, however, the next morning found him relaxed, refreshed and wearing the only set of non-working clothes he had been issued. They were a lot nicer than anything he had worn before. In fact, he hadn’t owned anything much good before anyway. His outfit of soft boots, clean pants and a jerkin that marked him both as the Count’s apprentice and as a healer-in-training made him feel as if he actually belonged as well as being at least a little bit smart. Grammon had sought him out and told him, “See the sights, learn a little bit about the City, see what things cost and have fun. I don’t suppose I need to tell you that the complexion of the City changes at night.”
Art ventured out and started ambling along, gawking lik
