Redrick's clothing choice was very simple. A green bandanna that was used to keep his oddly gray hair out of his face; Somewhat loose but fitting pantaloons and tunic, leather boots and soft, thin leather gloves which he had personally taken the effort to cut the finger portion off of. Over this he wore a suit of simple leather armor, unadorned in any way, shape or form. And over<em>that</em>a brown leather cloak(<sup>cloak of resistance).</sup><br/><br/>In his right hand he carried a short spear that looked to be quite expertly crafted, and which also had a simple enchantment on it. He wasn't exactly fond of meleeing, but knew that it could come in handy; if not in battle, then perhaps in a more utilitarian fashion. On his back was his Handy haversack, which contained all of his scrolls, potions, and other items, all neatly sorted.<br/><br/>Approaching the gate, he saw a woman, dressed as a fighter, waiting around. The gate had yet to be opened, which meant her standing around made sense. Though he was curious... why was she  alone? "G'mornin'." He greeted her neutrally, hoping she wasn't going to try to stop him from leaving.