Driscoll took the clothes from Mia. "Anything would be better than merely these," he said, glancing for a moment down at the leggings that showed him off to the world. "Jamle, you said?" He wanted to be sure of the pronunciation. "I think I will report to him...since its just about the only thing I know how to do at this point."<br/><br/>He wasn't going to tell them about his purse-cutting past and his sticky fingers with merchants. No, that was better left unspoken of in the palace; with anyone in fact. He would change into the new clothes as soon as the maids left.<br/><br/>"Should I wait here for the investigator before reporting to Jamle?" he asked as well. He didn't want to run off and be punished later for not being where he was supposed to be.