Piecing together your bush-cloak takes hours... cutting the cloth, painting it, weaving in the grasses and brush to blend in with the environment, it's hard work. Luckily, the priest is more than happy to help you, and with his touch and your practice the garment slowly comes together.<br/><br/>Three hours later, as the sun is just beginning to dip towards the horizon, your bush-cloak is completed. It's a bushy thing, designed to cover you head to toe so that you might blend in with the environment better. Not quite the work of a master, but definitely solid.<br/><br/>As he looks down on your finished creation, the priest smiles delightedly.<br/><br/>"Such a wonderful contraption! Truly, I had never thought to apply our paints in such a manner..." He looks at the sun, and a loud grumbling sounds in his stomach. "It seems the day and my stomach are in agreement... Come, my daughter, and let us sup. Tonight, we end our temple's plague!"<br/><br/>