"He promised not to use as much starch in your dresses construction...isn't that right Mr. Maystone?" Servian said, and Jethrow replied with the obligatory 'yessir of course sir' . With that joke, it broke some of the tension and everyone had a bit of a laugh. The humor was good, it helped Servian relax and eventually the blood flow returned to it's appropriate limbs allowing the makeshift loin cloth fall back down to a near normal drape.<br/><br/>Servian was relieved and started looking around Jethrow's store, as the man finished his measurements and started doing calculations on a small notepad. A gorgeous Hunting jacket, with a thick wolf fur collar caught Servian's eye. The garment was made of beautifully tanned leather , with large pockets and durable stitching. "This ...Jethrow...I would like this coat as well...Its magnificent, please put it on my bill." Servian said and he wrapped himself in the nice coat, finally able to cover his naked body.<br/><br/>"aaahhhh....Actually sir...I am sorry to say that piece is a specially ordered one of a kind for a Noble sir, he was supposed to pick it up this morning, but something must have held him up, I am just holding for him now, he's already paid for it. " Mr. Maystone apologetically interjected, "But if you like it I can make one similar just for you!"<br/><br/>"No...It won't do...I am in rather need of it now...Which noble may I ask and how much did they pay?" Servian asked, ready to pay double the price, while he examined the coat's warm interior, finding a personalized silk tag with the owner's name,'<span style="font-weight: bold"> Count Kennith Lanning.</span>' .