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Allysa reined in Ghost by the caravan.

"Tools, wares, clothing of all sizes!  Come, come!" the old cat waved at her.

She threw her leg up over the horse's neck and slid down the mare's side. "What have you got in the way of clothing, friend?" she asked.

"Come, come! Let me show you!  You will like our wares!" Allysa stepped inside the tent.