Zato headed to his bedroom and changed out of his old robe, leaving it in a hamper for Valetni. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a fresh set of robes, the golden color of honey, as was the standard at the temple. He felt his stump over the sleeve; it draped past to where his wrist would be. He wondered if he could hide this from Mary for very long......<br/>In any case, he headed towards the kitchen, it was time to make a stew.