I would like nothing more than to burn this accursed outfit. But the king has decided to oversee the clean-up himself, and I have yet to find an opportunity to "accidently" have it destroyed. Rain has passed by on more than one occasion, stifling laughter as she does. Honestly, I think she's doing it on purpose. I doubt she has any actual business in this part of town. I mean, she runs an inn, shouldn't she be taking care of that?
Addendum: On one of the many, many breaks I took, I mentioned the issue I had remembering my father's words to Rain. She told me just to look at my previous entries in my journal. I'm such an idiot. . .