⚔️Serberia

— I understand. — The maid nodded understandingly. — The Mistress is currently in the courtyard with her guests, but I am sure she will be able to spare some time for you. However... Mr. Renold, I must regretfully inform you that your appearance does not quite meet our standards. We have excellent clothing stores and beauty salons in our city; I am sure you will find them to your liking. — A respectful bow. — And once again, please do not take it personally; these are simply the rules.

Anselm turned his gaze to his companion and examined him from head to toe, assuming that he had gotten something on him. But it seemed that was not the case, as there were no obvious problems. The young man imagined how the maid would react to Veserod and his beard, not to mention the fact that the swordsman sometimes noticed even fish scales and sheep's wool on his clothes. — Yes, we will try to take care of everything quickly, — Anselm patted Ren on the shoulder. — Will you wait for us here?