The elderly tailor stared at Cryos for a second. "What the..."<br/><br/>Cryos made a little noise like a sigh. He raised his hand to the tailor's hand. "I'm Cryos. I would like to see your finest wares."<br/><br/>The tailor paused and continued to stare at him.<br/><br/>"I'm a golem. I'm not controlled or owned by anyone. And I have money. And I want silk clothing." Cryos listed off, sounding annoyed and bored. He had to do this<span style="font-style: italic">every</span>time.<br/><br/>The elderly man hurried off into a backroom, and Cryos turned his diamond eyes towards Myira. "Sorry for sounding so annoyed," he apologised.