Sharel looks around nervously. "I beg your forgiveness, Your Grace, for making you come all the way to our dis

Sharel looks around nervously. "I beg your forgiveness, Your Grace, for making you come all the way to our distant region... There are too many guards in the palace that were chasing me recently. The thing is, I think I know who wrongfully accused me. There's a tailor in the capital – his name is Morhalan. He has the reputation of a brilliant master, so I wanted to become his apprentice. But when I went to his workshop..."