Chapter 2: Forest of Lies
Muirryl paused, thought through what Echo said, and then nodded. As he was nodding, he proceeded again. "No, you're right. My first idea was a bad one. We're going to need to do this together if we want to get out of this alive." He half-tripped over a root and growled at the offending plant. And then he added. "I hate that I'm wearing the Count's insignia. It's not like we can pass ourselves off as lost wanderers or something. My tabard will automatically make him wary. Even if I flip it inside out, it's still clearly the Count's colors..."
He considered. "Actually... I do have something I can replace it with." Keeping up the pace, he slowly hauled his pack open and pulled out a rough, black length of cloth. With a little straightening, it became clear that it was something of a long black ?shirt?. It would fall almost to his knees, and the bottom edge looked rough and jagged cut. The cloth seemed to be thick, perhaps wool, and would be considered extremely common in trimming, except that it was dyed an even black. Black was usually too expensive to dye clothing casually.
"I could change to this when we get there. Is it worth it? Or would that be a waste of time, and we make it clear we represent the Count?"