On Saturday morning, Sifa changed into a worker's uniform made of coarse linen. The uniform had a strong local style from Yedga Island. It was grayish white and came with a sweat cloth that could be tied around the head or knotted around the neck.
The clothes had been given to him by the jailer named Makian last night. Jailer guards assigned to individual cells ranked relatively high in the Prison, so Makian enjoyed certain privileges.
For example, he could assign cleaners to specific cells in the Prison.
The cells in the Prison were cleaned three times a week. Since the cleaning fee was rather high, some workers would offer benefits to jailers like Makian so that the jailers would give them a chance to get the job.
Of course, the so-called benefits were nothing more than a few loaves of bread, some fruit, and the like.
After all, even if the wages were somewhat higher, there was still a limit to them.
Makian had originally arranged for a cleaner today, but now that position belonged to Sifa.
After changing clothes, Sifa made a few more adjustments to his appearance, making himself look less clean. Besides that, he had to endure the stench emanating from the clothes, a mixture of body odor, sweat, alcohol, and other smells.
Although Sifa had washed the clothes once last night and hung them outside to dry in the wind, he still couldn't get rid of the odor.
Sifa checked the things he had brought.
After confirming that he hadn't forgotten anything, he picked up the cleaning tools and left the inn.
When he reached the jailer's residence, he happened to see Makian coming out of his house as well. Makian looked Sifa up and down, then nodded. "Follow me."
They walked to the Prison,