The old man led Dael into a low, squat building below the main halls. Other servants in plain robes were gathered here and there - cooking, mending, cleaning. The old man barked a command, and several other servants surrounded Dael, stripped him of his clothes, scrubbed him down with hot water, and dressed him in one of the plain tunics the other men wore.
“Quis est vestri nomen?” one of them asked.
Another man ruffled Dael’s hair and said, “Angel.”
Dael wasn’t sure if it was an insult or kindness.
“Angel.” Then the man tapped his own chest and said, “Quintus.”
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