It was Fergus who would take over Highever and I would while my time away however I saw fit. The feel of it against my skin took me back nearly a year, when I was a lay about youngest son with little in the way of prospects and even smaller fears. It had been a very, very long time since I had worn such clothing, and I felt like some trickster pagan god. I had bathed, shaved, and set my armor aside for the crisp silks and supple leathers of the noble born.
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