His aching body eased a little, Diablo found a brush and scrubbed himself to respectability. Clean and refreshed, he climbed from the bath and dressed like a Kingd. The small crystal he slid discrectly into his robe pocket, the gifted clothes he bundled for burning, they could not be salvaged even by Oolikai. I will make a sacrifice for the family who gave me them, I could have walked n***d all the way here but I am glad I did not have to. Even though it means I must suffer in the tasking house. He had no choice in that. Kingds did not possess money, they could not purchase a Kinghouse sacrifice. All he possessed in this life was his body, the only thing he could give the King in thanks for that family’s kindness was his pain. So I will give the King my pain, and pray it gives them good

