Looking at himself and his maids draped in black robes, Han decided to buy local clothes. His carriage pulled into a carriage lot by the thoroughfare, and his maids guided him to the nearest clothing store. They had already mapped the shops on the main street and the adjacent streets.
With their work ethic, they would soon have a personal map of the entire fortress.
I should look like a local, not a walking warning sign in robes.
Han walked into the store. Heads turned for a few seconds, then everyone looked away. He saw mostly commoners, with a few upper‑class types mixed in. A shop assistant walked over to him.
A hint of wariness crossed her beautiful face, but she quickly controlled herself.
"How may I help you, Young Master?" she said.
"I'm interested in local clothing. I just opened a Maid Restaurant today, and we'd love to match the theme and customs. Take your time—we're in no rush," Han said with a smile.
