~Talfen, the capital of Coldshore~
~The City Square~
Reqiel's worries about Prince Cederic throwing away that much money evaporated when he was pulled out the door, now he truly panicked. "Wait, Your Highness," He pleaded, "You don't really plan to have me walk around outside dressed like this?"
Cederic stopped this time, turning around to look at Reqiel and barely hiding his wince. That accursed outfit held all of the blame for how he felt at the moment, he glanced down at where he still held Reqiel's wrist which had a silk rope tied to it and he let go so fast like he had been burned.
Reqiel's immediate response was to take several steps back only to bump into Andras who was right behind him. "I don't think it's wise to return to the brothel, Your Highness." He murmured softly to Reqiel.
