"Knock, knock," you call out, standing in front of the entrance to Milon and Lada's tent.
There's a pause, followed by the sound of whispering between two people. Lada's voice calls out, "Who is it?"
"The Marshal. I need some clothes," you reply.
You hear some more shuffling before Milon pushes the entrance open. He's hunched down slightly, resting on his crutch. "Greetin's." He takes one look at you and nods. "Yeah… looks like you do. What happened to the rest of your stuff?"
"Stolen."
He nods sympathetically. "By the prince, I presume?"
"Aye."
He gestures for you to enter. "C'mon. I got some extra stuff lyin' around."
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