Victor seemed confused for a moment before realizing Abia was referring to the cloth he held. “Oh yes, of course.” He handed it back to her with a crooked smile on his face. The smile changed though, to one of slight repulsion as he caught a whiff of his own stench. He sniffed at the cloak that he wore before exclaiming, “Goodness! I am quite ripe. That explains that look on your face Abia.”<br/><br/>Victor tugged the clock off, leaving him in a simple shirt and pants. “I think I shall burn this in the trash cheap. Hopefully no one made off with my mule.”   For some unknown reason he winked at Erin before continuing, “He carries a satchel with some spare clothing.”