Elian stood in front of the small, cracked mirror in the servant's quarters, adjusting the silver wolf pin on his collar.
It was a small thing, barely the size of a coin, but it felt heavy. It felt like a target.
'Or a collar tag,' Elian thought, smoothing down his black valet uniform. 'If I get lost, please return to the Crown Prince. He bites.'
He checked his reflection. The black silk cravat added a touch of illicit elegance to his uniform. The pin added authority. He didn't look like a servant who scrubbed floors; he looked like a servant who knew where the bodies were buried.
[System Equipment Check][Torso: Standard Valet Uniform (+0 Stats)][Neck: The Prince's Cravat (+10 Charisma, +50 Smugness)][Accessory: The Wolf's Favor (Immunity to Lower Nobility)][Inventory: The Truth-Seeker's Monocle (1 Use), The Holy Towel (Damp)]
"Ready as I'll ever be," Elian whispered.
He checked his wallet. 315 LP. He checked his timer. 57 Hours, 20 Minutes.
