<strong>"Aw, that ain' true."</strong>He helped Uxia up with a grunt,<strong>"What about clothes what protect from frostbite? Hypothermia is reasonably unsexy."</strong>He snickers as he slows his horse to match speed with the others.<strong>"Baramos, a gentle tune fer our new game. 'The Purpose of Clothes'. Whoever can convince Uxia'a the value of the least sexiest clothes imaginable . . . wins."</strong><br/><br/>He chuckles as he looks to the others,<strong>"Mm. Well. Some'a you might have an advantage o'er the others but let's not.worry about that now."</strong>He grins joyfully, happy to have something to distract him for fifteen minutes.<strong>"The rules is simple whoever gets Uxia ta admit that yer clothes is the most important, wins. Uh . . . wins . . . I dunno. A beer."</strong>