"What are you looking for, my lord?" Askd
Alaric smirked. "Something to make him look less like he crawled out of a grave."
Lucius glared at him. "Funny."
After much deliberation, they settled on a dark coat with silver embroidery, a crisp white shirt, and tailored trousers.
As Lucius inspected himself in a small mirror, Alaric crossed his arms, a smug grin on his face.
"You clean up well," he teased. "Almost like a proper noble. Too bad you're probably broke."
Lucius turned sharply, his dark red eyes narrowing. "If I regain my memories, I'll find my gold, and I'll repay you tenfold."
Alaric chuckled. "I'll believe it when I see it. Until then, consider this a gift."
Lucius rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a faint smirk. "Don't get used to it."