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The Prince promptly brings me to the type of store that I would have only snuck into if I were pulling a job. The fabrics themselves are more expensive than any I had ever hoped to be able to lay my hands on. Not even the marks that I pickpocket wear clothing that is this expensive. If I were to try to steal from anybody wearing clothing like this and I got caught it would be a fast trip to jail.

"Why do you look so nervous?" He asks me as we walk into the store.

"It's just, these clothes are way nicer than anything I have ever worn before." I tell him.

"So, they are just clothes. It is not like it changes who you are." He says naively.

To him they might not change much but to others how they are dressed makes a huge difference. Clothing tells a person's place in this world. To be dressed in clothes such as these would mean that I am royalty. That is something that I most certainly am not.

"To you, maybe not. But to others, it will change a great deal. If I were to go back to the Guil