Gwen gazed at the collar with interest running her fingers along the fabric and tugging on the fashioned loops experimentally. There were some charms she could make appear decorative without much issue. "That is indeed a possibility,” She responded after a moment of contemplation.  It was a lovely object to be certain much better than something metal and it would contemplate her skin tone without chaffing or leave any permanent marks. “I like it.”<br/><br/>“It is one of the finest leather collars we have here.” The older woman said after a moment. “We don't get many asking after them anymore as metal has become the norm. However for your Consort, it is quite suiting. It will go well with the leather I've picked out for her clothing.” The red head nodded after a moment and a smile appeared on her face. “I would be honored to wear this collar, Warlord.” She curtsied deeply seemingly quite pleased about the arrangement, as she was supposed to be.  While she had not been keen on them at the start she realized their importance, and it was a lovely piece of workmanship.<br/><br/>“How wonderful.” The leatherworker said clapping her hands together and smiling broadly. “Such a beautiful collar for a beautiful consort. I wish you both a long and happy partnership. Would you like to put it on her now my Lord? The metal loops can be removed easily enough, they're merely latched on.” She gestured to the hardly noticeable hinge on the largest of the loops. All he would need to do is pull and they would slip free.<br/><br/>After all was said and done the pair would head out and climb the mountains to the shaman's domain. There was much they needed to figure out about his wild magic and why he had it. Better yet she needed to speak with them about acquiring certain ritualistic pieces for some of her more complicated spells. There was no point in hiding what she was from them, they would know just by looking at her. “Are we ready to head out Warlord?” Gwen asked with a smile. “Or would you like to look around more?”