Arcaeus covered the distance between them in two steps and pulled open her cloak. His eyebrow lifted. "Not that." he said smirking. "Well get you something at the tailor's." He once again grabbed her hand and started leading her out the door. "Got to keep up appearances." he said, slightly looking back at Janelle. He lead her down the stairs and out the door, ignoring the loudly singing drunk men. The streets were a little less crowded now so he released her hand. "Just stay close and don't wander off. Trust me." he said, with a very serious look. They first stopped to eat some roast lamb at a little place called The Lamb Shoppe (Get It?). And yes, the sign said Get It? The food was decent. Nothing like a freshly killed and cooked deer or fox. They wandered around the town a little longer, looking for a clothing shop.<br/><br/>Arcaeus spotted a store called Taylor the Tailor.<span style="font-style: italic">These humans think they are so fucking funny.</span>he thought with an inward sigh. They entered the store and started to look around, Arcaeus going one way, Janelle the other. After about ten minutes, Arcaeus walked up behind Janelle. "If you see anything you like, just tell me and we can get it for you." he said nonchalantly.