Seeing that everyone was wandering about, Julius decided to go take care of his earlier quest. It was late, but he really wanted to get this done before tomorrow's battle.
He traveled back to the tailor shop, which was predictably, closed. Sighing in frustration, Julius was left to ponder what his next move would be.
Eventually his eyes wandered to his old thief tools in his pack. What if... no no no he was far past that now. But maybe if he left a reimbursement for- at this point he suddenly became aware of the fact that he had but three coins left in his possession. An IOU then. Well if he lived through this, he could pay the man back afterwards. And was this so different from the tools that had been "donated" to their cause over the course of-
No, that way of thinking lies sliding down the slope again. However... this was a matter of somewhat more importance than it appeared anyways. With a sigh, he slipped on his gloves and scribbled down a note of apology into a page of his notebook. This would be the last time. Just another thing to take care of, after the battle was over.
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Some time later, Julius slipped away into the night, leaving behind the note along with whatever money he had, and carrying a bundle of clothing that had matched what he had envisioned in his daydreams of what was to come. Perhaps this was a foolish choice, but if so then it was just one more reason to make sure that he didn't fail to take the throne.