Trying her best to behave (Something she did not normally attempt) she occupied herself with gazing around the store lingering on furs and leathers she found appealing.  It was dim in here with only a few candles lit to keep the darker shadows at bay. How did they work in such conditions, it could not be easy on the eyes. Gwen actually startled when he suddenly touched her but quickly went still hiding nudging him playfully and causing the slightest of smiles to appear on the older woman’s face. It was always so refreshing to see her Warlord with a consort worthy of him, even if she was a foreigner. “I think silver is most suitable,” She told her ruler. “Or perhaps white gold, I have a small bit stashed away.”<br/><br/>“Silver is fine,” Gwen said inclined her head ever so slightly. “I prefer its shine to that of white gold.” Plus white gold interfered with some of her spell working as it did not conduct magical energy as well as silver did. “The warlord is correct, by the way, I will need pockets. Preferably hidden but easily accessible if possible.” Carrying around too many obvious pouches would make it that much harder to defend herself.” The leatherworker nodded and gently urged the red haired woman away from the Warlord and into the backroom to be measured.<br/><br/>The backroom was by glass covered windows on the ceiling, and she stripped without much care and stood as the other woman quickly took her measurements. She was not used to measuring someone so fragile looking. Gwen was slender without much muscle on her arms or legs, while at the same time being pleasantly plump in all the areas it counted. “I am thinking black and dark brown leathers for you Consort,” She said as she pulled out several rolls of fabric. “Your skin is pale and dark colors will accent that. As for fur…I have a lovely white ermine that is both soft and warm, or perhaps the gray of our mountain wolves is more to your taste?”<br/><br/>“Which is easier for you to acquire?” she questioned not wanting the woman to be forced to search too much simply because Gwen was feeling demanding. It turned out she had plenty of both so together the pair settled on four sets with wolf fur and two with ermine.  The leathers that the older woman decided on were both high grade.  The fitting went well and there were only minor adjustments to be made with some of her patterns to account for her bust and the curves of her hips. She was built like a woman from the city, not a mountain dweller after all.<br/><br/>They emerged 15 minutes later. Gwen was once again in her gown and the silver-haired woman had seemed content. “Your consort has wonderful taste Warlord,” She informed him with a bow. “I will have the clothes delivered to the palace tonight. Was there anything else you wished to discuss?”