Darius busied himself poking and prodding around the shop for the most part unhindered. The two men that were quietly working gave him fleeting glances, and upon realizing his status quickly went back to what they were doing paying him no real mind. Warlords had no reason to steal, considering everything was owned by them in the first place. As long as one paid taxes as they were supposed to, he left them to their own designs. It took him quite some time to find what he was after, as very few bothered to use leather for collars any longer. Metal ones seemed to be a fad for the moment, but in his opinion they looked tacky.<br/><br/>The last thing he wanted to do was have a metal collar heated and closed around his woman's neck. It tended to leave nasty scarring where the thing was joined together.<br/><br/>Pulling a section down that was roughly a foot in length, he held it up to one of the few beams of sunlight that led into the room. It had been braided in a curious pattern that gave it both strength to resist snapping should pressure be put onto it, but at the same time retained the softness of what felt as if it could have been a mix of velvet and silk. The coloration was perfect as well, and couldn't have been much wider than his thumb. The black of the woven leather strips was dark enough that he could easily see why it would have been missed in the dark corner where he'd found it. The ends had been left loosely tied so that they could be fitted to an individual.<br/><br/>"Hm?" Darius questioned distractedly as the two women emerged.<br/><br/>"Oh, yes I'm sure she does." Holding the piece of leather up, he walked to the pair. "For her collar." There were three simple what looked to be burnished steel loops woven into it, with the central one being slightly larger. Likely they had been set there with the intent of attaching some sort of leash, but Darius found the thought highly distasteful. "Perhaps you can hang some of your... unique items from the eyelets, and I can remove the loops."<br/><br/>Carefully, he pressed the leather against the skin of her neck neither too tight nor too loose, and stepped back to arms length. "I rather like how that looks. Thoughts?"