Chapter 7“You could use a change of clothes. What you have on are decidedly bedraggled,” Pilore said as he and Qildor took off their cloaks and boots, leaving them in the entryway of his house.
“I know, but there is nothing to do about it until I return home.”
“Which you are planning to do before long?” Pilore was upset by the idea although he knew it would happen sooner or later.
Qildor gave a small shrug. “As you say, I do need fresh clothing.”
“I can loan you some of mine.” Or buy you some. Pilore decided not to tell him that, as he might find it demeaning to say the least.
“Perhaps, if you have anything to fit me.” Qildor looked at him and chuckled. “You are decidedly thinner than I am.”
Pilore laughed. “Meaning not nearly as muscular. The wages of being a mage, I think. Still, m
