Shula followed Fealan down after a couple of minutes, changing into the other clothes she'd bought earlier that day. She begrudgingly had to cut a hole for her tail in the pants she'd gotten but it still felt restrictive for her and getting her feet through the pants holes had been hell. They were close fitting and flexible: exactly what she had counted on when she saw the materiel they were made out of. It made it easier for her to move without having a dress that flowed freely and snagged on shit. The shirt was fine, the neckline plunging into a "V" shape with same laced up strings and sleeves that cut off at about her elbow.<br/><br/>She grabbed the bag Thomas had given her, fishing out the coin purse in advance and finally coming down the stairs. She looked at Fealan's drink, raising and eyebrow and not have a clue what it was. Hopefully it didn't kill him. She sat right next to him, ordering a mild alcoholic drink for herself and setting the two of them up with two plates of food. It was pretty bare bones; meat and potatoes.