The nearest priestess was a haughty looking redhead who was approaching middle-age.  She wasn't unattractive, or wouldn't have been if she hadn't had a sneer on her face as soon as Landa talked to her.<br/><br/>"This is a sacred garment, not something one such as," she paused to look Landa up and down, "yourself could wear.  Try the tailor down the way, I hear he supplies the brothels."  With that, she lifted her chin and moved to walk away.<br/><br/>Before the pair had much of a chance to react a portly man with a head of dirty blond hair, one of the few people other than themselves that was properly dressed, moved closer.  His clothes were rich silks with gold and silver embroidery, around his neck was a heavy gold chain, and his fingers were overwhelmed by a series of massive gold rings with various jewels on them.<br/><br/>"I could not help but overhear."  He informed them with a smile.  "I could perhaps be of assistance, I have a wardrobe full of such garments.  Swing by, if you'd like.  My mansion is the one with the gold dragon on the gate just to the east."  He gave a half-bow and, without waiting for a response, moved to gather a pair of naked slave-girls in his arms so he could push them towards a nearby door.