He stared at them, his mind latching onto only one piece of the conversation, before he asked, his expression like it had been chiselled in stone and his voice closer to glacial than he normal would. "Did you just insult my hat and coat?"<br/><br/>Those were the only two pieces of useful material he had salvage from Cleric Periter's house after it had been burned, though he had the spare Iomedae symbol in his pack with the old man's small travelling holy book, or what was left of both after the fire. While he had had it redyed for his growing personae, he never had taken mocking about it well.