Chapter 17: Fang Tower
Kain stood in front of the mirror trying to pull back the choking collar of his red frock coat, the tight black vest and white shirt underneath the layers didn't make the situation any better. The billowing patterns, wide sleeves, and black pants weren't what Kain was used to.
The sunset covered the Hollow Patch, and the entire town was preparing for one event - Old Eye's feast. If there was one person known to everyone, it was him.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
With a knock but without asking, Greyna entered the room, she prepared as well, wearing a tight black dress with loose, wavy sleeves.
Kain turned around. "Is that really necessary? I liked the hunter's outfit much better than this."
"Hah, boy, I wouldn't advise you to disrespect the Old Eye. And, if you want to get connections, looking good is a must."
"Pffft," he snorted. "If a man is known and respected, he can come in his pajamas, and people's attitudes won't change."
Greyna waved her hand. "That's your truth. No one knows you but you need to. That's why everything matters: your appearance, your clothes, your manners, your tone, and even how you smell. Maybe you'll find someone to guide you at the Forgotten Tomb, maybe you'll meet somebody who can give you better advice than mine. At the Hollow Patch, anything is possible."
"Who is this Old Eye anyway? I've heard more about his frightening reputation than about him."
"Well, we'll have plenty of time to tell you all about it on the way. In five minutes, downstairs. Everyone but Derek is ready."
Then, she walked away, leaving Kain to himself.