Skullic's Mission - Part 2

At the very least, he wore his Blackwell pin on his chest, his knee-high boots were polished to a gleam, thanks to the efforts of his retainers, and his sword too was sharp and well-tended to. The blade that Blackwell had given him was still in a state of disrepair. Verdant had told him that it would be possible to get the blade replaced, but at the moment, Oliver didn't have the coin for those kinds of vanity purchases.

"You ought to dress more finely than that, regardless," Skullic said disapprovingly. "You can tell that those are second-hand clothes."

"They're going to be getting covered in blood. It would be a waste to wear something fine," Oliver sniffed.