Chapter 20Lichende thought it unlikely that he’d be recognized in the city. His clothes were a motley of the various places he’d traveled through, and his hair now a lot longer than had been fashionable in Clar.
“I don’t look like an Earl’s son,” he said. “I don’t look like a noble, nor a soldier, nor a common worker, but a bit like all of them. Hopefully no one will look at me twice, and I can hang around the pubs and listen to gossip.” The palace was a bit more doubtful, but might have to be risked.
They’d decided he should have someone else with him, neither Markus nor Gen, but one of the Scouts. There’d been some discussion about whether one of the men or women would be the least conspicuous. Vidan was too unusual in her coloration to be a choice, but either Jakon or Jild could pass
