"Ah, yes. One must be properly equipped for a strange land." Ri'saad is more than capable of reading between lines - and around and beneath them. He cocks an ear at a female Khajiit, one hand keeping her skirt out of the way as she adds another log to the fire. "Atahbah, see if we have any robes to fit this one."

"Hmm." Atahbah looks back at Alex, taking mental measurements, then goes and rummages through one of the stacks of cloth under a tent. "We have black robes for a mage, or green and almost new. Brown for the humble traveller."

Felix looks to Alex as she brings them over to show. "Whatever pleases you, my friend."