His new dagger sat quite comfortably in a plain leather sheath hanging from his belt. Two edges, sharp point. No, this wasn't a knife; this was a weapon designed for killing people. His weapon.<br/><br/>Now for the girl clothes - which should be easy enough, he'd been around girls his whole life. Undressed a few himself, even. How complicated could it be?<br/><br/>As he entered the tailor's, he struggled to taken in the vast array of different things. He was used to pants, shirts and underclothes. Maybe a tunic. Rich men had tights, where just fancy pants. But this was something else.<br/><br/>Not knowing where to look, his hand landed on the other two in the room. The big woman looked like the owner - good, he was good with woman - and the girl was in her under...things. Arran blushed. Despite his bluster, and the fact that he had been wearing the body for over a week, a fine looking woman in her unmentionables was a solid sense memory.<br/><br/>"Um..." He managed before tailing off, trying to get the owner's attention.