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"[Get him new clothes]," Yeza ordered as soon as she found one of the servants. "[We are going to the basement]."
Yeza was leading Khan across the palace. He had covered his chest, and the Niqols had healed his injuries, but his robe still had that ominous red patch. It wasn't ideal for an envoy to come out of a political meeting with bloodied clothes.
Khan hid how well he had learnt to understand the Niqols' language in the last period. He had been on Nitis for a little less than two months, so his knowledge was far from perfect. Still, his deep immersion in the aliens' social environment had allowed him to get better quickly, especially when it came to simple phrases.