His voice was weak and had a raspness to it.  She pet his arm. His fur was soft. His arms were strong he needed bulking up. His bones were peering out under his skin. "You will keep you fighting skills sharp. We will go to the weapon smith after lunch. Come get you formal. I think fine leathers in beads or embroidery would suit you, something more tribal, ceremonial  perhaps."<br/>Kate brought him to a rack labled tribal formals. Mr. Snead removed his tapr measure, "Come with me Horen I need your measurements. Custom made ceremonial gown would br lovely. Do you want white, green,  brown or dark blue?"