I find a fashionable cap with a feather in it, some nobleman’s hose, other assorted finery, and suddenly rustic, battle-scarred Henry looks like a prancing toff. I visit my house in Rattay and access my stash, where I have heaps of clothes and other junk I’ve pilfered and purchased over the course of the game. I’m wearing a raggedy shirt and a ramshackle collection of battered armour. But there’s one problem: I look like shit. ![]() I make a mental note of these details, hoping they’ll save my skin later on, and get ready to pose as Alphonse. Apparently he’s a keen dice player (no surprises there) from Slany and once worked for Prokop of Luxembourg. ![]() Where he hails from, the lords he’s served, things he enjoys. Making sure I know enough about Alphonse to deal with any questioning in the bandit camp, I grill Anselm about the dead man.
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