Valetni hesitated, looking at the garment in front of him. "That certainly wasn't in style the last time I was here." He remarked with a cough.<br/><br/>"And how long ago was that, sir?" The tailor asked politely as he adjusted his spectacles. The older man was dressed conservatively, though the cut of his clothes was fine and the material expensive. He had probably made his own clothes, and his willingness to wear his own product spoke more of the quality than the opulence of the shop.<br/><br/>Valetni ticked back the years in his head. "About...seven years I'd say?" He responded with a hint of uncertainty. Yes, seven sounded about right. The man gave a polite, dry laugh.<br/><br/>"If I may sir, we have a saying in my profession," He cleared his throat. "'Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable, that we are forced to alter it every six months.'" He concluded. Valetni gave him a weak smile in response.<br/><br/>"Of course, as you say." At least it was somewhat similar to what he was used to wearing. Transitioning from robes to other forms of clothing had always been an uncomfortable experience for him. He eyed the product again. It was a three piece affair. Pants, top, and overcoat. The top was white, the pants purple. The overcoat was purple as well, and would hang slack on his frame. He had been assured that such a fit was desirable. The collar was lined with the fur of some sort of large cat, Valetni could not identify which, and the outfit was to be completed with a large brimmed hat, complete with a ridiculously over sized feather. It was, without a doubt, the best disguise Valetni had ever seen. No one would believe that he was a monk of buzziah. It would simply not do for him to show up at such an establishment as that he planned on visiting dressed in any manner but that which befitted such a locale. This was it.<br/><br/>"How much did you say again?" Valetni asked of the tailor. It was more than he had imagined, but certainly within the means, even considering his projected expenses. Valetni sighed, and then paid the man. The shopkeep left him to change into his new clothes. The overcoat was supposed to be left undone to the sternum, but that would leave the various items on his person exposed. Fortunately there were buttons which allowed him to keep said items, including his gas mask, concealed. The loose nature of the fit ensured that there would not be able unsightly bumps on his person. Looking at himself in the mirror, Valetni believed himself to look rather ridiculous, but the tailor opined that he looked no more out of place than any successful merchant. Valetni slipped the man a few extra coins, leaving him with instructions to have a courier deliver his robes to his room. He was sure the hellguard would have solved that task by then, the courier would simply have to ask around, it wasn't like they would be able to miss the arrival of a party like his.<br/><br/>Adorned with his new clothes, Valetni limped off to pay an old acquaintance a visit, and get some information at the same time.