[Rising to his feet, he goes into his extremely humble looking shelter. Just enough room for sleep and a roof over his head, but it was the safest place to store the clothing.
It takes a bit of time, as he runs his fingers over new clothing. Even socks and shoes are such a novelty, and feel nearly foreign on his feet if not for nostalgia. He remembers when many of his outfits were much like this one back in his days as a scientist serving both the court and the church.
When he emerges, he wears a suit with a half-cape draped over his shoulder. Still ever concerned, his chains are rearranged, shackles still prominent. As if he cannot afford the chance to relinquish them.
Still, it nearly brings a tear to the eye. He very nearly feels like a man.
Hesitantly, he emerges, trying to not feel self-conscious. He does anyway. How often had it been told to him, beaten into him that he scarcely deserved this sort of thing?]
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[Rising to his feet, he goes into his extremely humble looking shelter. Just enough room for sleep and a roof over his head, but it was the safest place to store the clothing.
It takes a bit of time, as he runs his fingers over new clothing. Even socks and shoes are such a novelty, and feel nearly foreign on his feet if not for nostalgia. He remembers when many of his outfits were much like this one back in his days as a scientist serving both the court and the church.
When he emerges, he wears a suit with a half-cape draped over his shoulder. Still ever concerned, his chains are rearranged, shackles still prominent. As if he cannot afford the chance to relinquish them.
Still, it nearly brings a tear to the eye. He very nearly feels like a man.
Hesitantly, he emerges, trying to not feel self-conscious. He does anyway. How often had it been told to him, beaten into him that he scarcely deserved this sort of thing?]