Bab 190: Gunk the Popular

The dark grey cloak, shirt and black pants were all ruined. I didn't bother cleaning them because Junior had so many clothes I could afford to throw out a set and still have enough for a new outfit every day of the week.

The old man had slipped a note under my door inviting me to dinner at the money changers café. My only problem was her royal thotness wanted to me to show her everything I knew, which was not going to happen, but it would be hard to make a reasonable excuse to leave if she kept me.

I changed into a white shirt, dark leather pants and light brown cape which matched the pants. My sturdy brown boots were clean and then I added the underarm sack, scabbard, and harness to the outfit. 

Guildies who used to sneer at me suddenly kept their distance and looked at the ground rather than make eye contact. I had no respect for any of the simps in this guild with Waylander being the only exception, so if they sneered at me or feared me, I gave zero fucks.