The Eighth Warden Book 3Chapter 4
“This feels too tight,” Corec said, looking at himself in a mirror. He was wearing a gray shopkeeper-style suit, but he’d insisted on pants rather than breeches, and a coat without tails. He couldn’t bring himself to dress in anything fancier than that. His father might have been a baron, but Tarwen was a small barony, tucked away deep in the Black Crow Mountains. There hadn’t been many formal occasions, and Corec had left home before he’d been old enough to dress up for them. “It looks...