I was surprised I hadn’t noticed it before. It ran from the corner of his left eye, cut across the cheek, and disappeared into his white hair. He nodded, gesturing at the clothes I still wore. “Those are palace clothes, very distinct.” he continued, “You’ll want to get rid of them, concubine.” I had started to move toward the door, but I stopped as soon as I heard that word.

“W-What did you say?” I stammered, afraid to turn around.

“I served that hellish garden for years, I know a concubine when I see one.” The old man quipped, his tone no less pleasant than before, “So, you’re one of the daring ones. Got out, did you?” I nodded, finally turning to face him. “People will know, with those clothes, that something isn’t right.” He held out a hand, “Give me a gold piece and I’ll get you some clothes, you can change in the back when I return.” I nodded, and handed him two coins. I looked panicked, I knew.

“Please, get another set of clothes. I have a friend traveling with me.” I looked away, “She’ll need them.”