Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-5543592-20140127232637

(Yes, Mythos, we are still at the inn.)

"I'm not wearing any armor, and if I was it would not need looking at." Daithi replied to Olaf. He then promptly entered the store. He bumped into a tall Nord on the way out.

"I can't believe we let provincals like you wander Skyrim." Said the Nord, irritation in his voice.

Daithi raised an eyebrow at him, "It really bothers you that much some elf wanders into a shop to buy some clothes.  I just ruined your day because I happen to be in a country were the only thing you do is chop fucking wood.  I bet the Dragonborn themself could walk in here and you'd say the exactly same thing." The Nord was about to reply, but Daithi pushed past him and approached the counter.

"I need some leather clothes.  A pair of gloves, trousers, a shirt and thin leather shoes."

"Yeah I think I can find that in stock..." The shop keeper did some fussing around, but came up with probably the most greasy, worn out leather outfit Daithi had ever seen. "How this/"

"I will give you ten septims for this joke of an outfit." The shop keeper made the sale rather eagerly. Perhaps worn out leather was no longer in style?

Daithi headed back into the inn to don his clothes.