Alden glanced over towards where the open chest lay, slowly walking over to pick up the white silk cloak. He frowned as he looked it over, the coins jingling with every movement.<br/><br/>"...not exactly my color..." he murmured to himself.<br/><br/>Still, he sighed, conceding that he'd probably feel more hidden with it on than without. He placed the white cloak down for now, removing his own black cloak to give a better view of his long sleeved shirt, topped with a vest. A brown, sturdy belt full of various vials and pouches and a ring of keys adorned his waist while black pants and dark brown boots covered his lower half. He folded up his cloak and set it beside the chest, picking up the white silk on to put on instead, as well as putting on the hood.<br/><br/>He frowned as he looked down at himself. He didn't think he looked good in it, but that wasn't the point of the cloak, and he wasn't about to be rude about the prince's generosity. Still, his displeasure was clear on his face even as he started to walk over to Abir.<br/><br/>"...alright. I suppose I'm ready to leave now."