“… you ain’t ever had to pick clothes for yourself, have you?” Wyl wasn’t certain if he was surprised by the revelation, or if he wasn’t surprised at all. But it did make him wonder a bit. Exactly what was it about Dane Volen that made the church and even the king so damn interested in him? They had groomed him into a very specific sort of weapon and being, even more so than any other poor sap that was unlucky enough to grow up in their clutches. The more Wyl found out about it, the more he wanted to know. It was yet another thing gifted to him by his dark-elf side: uncompromising curiosity. Volen better be prepared for Wyl to dig about in that pious little head of his until he couldn’t take it anymore.<br/><br/>“Right, okay, here’s how to do this.” Wyl crouched down next to the incredibly helpless murderer of all things deemed bad by the church. The entire situation was almost absurd as he picked up the shirt that Volen had chosen, and held it out. “First lesson, how to assess clothin’. This is obviously a shirt, but the quality’s pretty bad. You can feel it in the weave. See? Here it’s more thin from wear, there’s some badly done patchin’ here, and along this seam there’s a hole.”<br/><br/>He showed everything to Volen, making the man touch the worn parts so that he could feel the difference. “The shirt ain’t lastin’ too long, not where we’re goin’, but it’s good enough. You’ll freeze to death if you don’t have anythin’ else, so I’d recommend this shirt here – don’t sniff at havin’ more than one shirt on, you’re lucky to have that! – even if it’s more grey than white, and this vest here. Good wool quality even if the colour leaves a lot to be desired, and look here.”<br/><br/>He felt along the seam of the vest, found a small hole, and opened it to show a layer of boiled leather between the layers of wool. “Won’t protect against an arrow or a sword, but it’s better than nothin’, savvy? I knew as soon as I picked it up that it wasn’t what it seemed like. As for the trousers…” Wyl turned to look at the ones Volen had chosen. “They’re good, but again, thin. I’d prefer if you had a pair of better quality, but that we won’t be able to find here. We’ll check in the next town we get to. It’ll be cold as all hells though, so be prepared for that. The boots are good quality, a bit worn but definitely a good choice.”<br/><br/>In the end Volen would look nothing like he was used to with those fancy clothes he was used to wearing, but he would look like a normal person in the places they would be going. He wouldn’t stick out for being too rich nor for being too poor. He would be downright forgettable, and that was the best thing considering who was after Volen’s head and where they were going.<br/><br/>“You’ll be rather brown and grey, but that’s okay.” Wyl said as he looked through the clothes one more time. He pulled out a belt and held it out to Volen. “Take this as well. We’ll see if we can’t get some more clothin’ as we travel. You need a cloak, somethin’ warm and thick, and you need weapons. What kinda weapons are you used to? Swords and lances I assume? Bow and arrows? Pikes? Petardiers?”