Walking over to the cloest that she had pointed out, Balthazar made his way over and looked at them curiously. It was strange how many menâ€™s clothing she had. Though most of them were to small for him he did find a few pairs that would fit him well enough, along with a small pack to put it in. With that, and sliding the cloak over his shoulders, he could only look at himself in a mirror and chuckle. â€œFunny how strange this seems to me.â€ He muttered. Life sure had its way of throwing you curve balls alright. When he had ran, he imaged that he would be living day by day scrounging on just about any scraps he could manage to find . Yet here he was, fully dressed in fine cloths, a bag full of gold and a companion going with him.<br/><br/>â€œStrange indeed.â€ He said before he turned to look back at Piper as she came out. Nodding simply as he tied the cloak at the neck to hide his body, he rose an eyebrow. â€œIâ€™m ready, but youâ€™ve still not told me your name. And calling you noble will probably get old rather quick.â€  He said while he looked over her own choice of clothing, but decided that was a question for another time as he walked over and opened up the secret passage they had come through the first time.