Chương 139: The Flow of Coin, Pt 4

Felothi stepped through the doorway and into the small, dingy hab. The door slid shut behind him with a SWISH.

He carefully slung the rifle off from his shoulder, then stepped in a wide alcove set into the wall to the right of the door. He set the rifle down and leaned it into the corner, then began to undo the various cords that held his robe tight.

Once they were loose, he pulled his beltknife away and hung it on some pegs inside the alcove. He placed it alongside three others - one taller and a little more stylish than his, while the other two were smaller and child-sized.

Just off beside that were a number of modest robes hanging from a handful of hooks. Similar to the beltknives, there were robes of various height here, with two of them clearly shorter than the others.

He wound up his loose cord and hung it up on one of the open hooks. Then he unwrapped his blood-red robe and hung it right over his cords. All he wore now were his plain cloth underwraps.