Zarna inclines her head in thanks and movies quickly to the changing quarters. Once inside she sighs heavily looking down at what to her would be very fine garments. But after a moment she slips off one article of clothing after another and dawns the new clothes. The leather of the pants was supple and sturdy; Zarna was surprised by how comfortable they were. The spider silk of the shirt was something like her cotton clothes, light and soft but much stronger. When she'd finished changing and made sure none of her armor showed other than her wrist guards Zarna felt more confident than expected.<br/>She could understand why her mother's people favored spider silk over other materials. To an untrained eye it looked light enough to blow away but the wearer would know it was strong as anything. It felt almost like carrying a secret. At last Zarna scoops up her weapon and bag heading out to meet with Odzimir.<br/>Rue who had been waiting patiently beyond the curtain greets her and falls into line at her heels. As they pass the shops Zarna looks this way and that glancing in windows to entertain herself.