<span style="font-weight: bold">"Queen Keil had that outfit burned Madame Jamle so I was handed this."</span><br/><br/>Thank the Gods, he thought as he pulled his shirt back on. Had he been forced to wear what the lady Jamle had in mind, he would rather be fed to the drakes. No, this would suit him much better. He took the clothes from the girl, sliding his hands on the fine silk. These were far better clothes than he ever hoped to wear. The Queen must truly prize his face then. Only his face and what lie in his head. The information about the man who gave him the ring.<br/><br/>"I shall go change into these and report back," he said, bowing slightly to her. The instructions she had given him were simple enough, he could remember those.