[Autumn and Ajax] You leave the others to their respective taverns and squeeze your way along the Streets of Delight in search of some decent clothing. As you entered Eastfair, and during your trek from Great Gate to where you now stand, the stares and questioning looks of the cityfolk were difficult to miss. Even here, where merchants from all over the Flanaess ply their various trades, the two of you receive special attention. merchant: (gets in Ajax and Autumn's faces for the hard sell) Spices! Spices from the exotic West! another merchant: (just as pushy) Silks! Silks from far-off Ket! Fair lady, enchantress! Surely you cannot pass by this finest of all cloth! Autumn: (momentarily swayed by the bolts of softer-than-soft fabric thrust before her) N-no, sorry! Just looking for some-- merchant#3: Ivory! Tusmit's best! Ajax: (to Autumn) This is no good. We're trying to blend in, not look like a couple of western tourists. Recalling some tamer clothiers along the Full Path in Old City, you decide to investigate further. Only a few blocks away you're easily able to find suitable clothing in a wide variety of styles and sizes. Variety, however, isn't the problem. Autumn: Hmm... how much for this blouse? tailor: Twelve silver. Autumn: (shocked) What?! Twelve silver for _this_? tailor: (defensively) 'Tis a fine garment, m'lady. Autumn: Fine, nothing. Listen, my father is a tailor, and I've never seen a blouse like this sell for more than nine or ten silver, and that's really pushing it. tailor: (icily) Perhaps m'lady would prefer the fine selection of used garments available on the other side of Old City. Ajax: (having had just about enough) Perhaps m'lord would prefer my fist in his-- Autumn: (claps a hand over his mouth) Ajax: --mmf. (he shoves away her hand) You can't stop the voice of reason! Autumn: (muttering) _You're_ the voice of reason? tailor: (looks nervously about) Please, sir-- you're making a scene.... Ajax: Ten silvers and not a plugged copper bit more! (he crosses his arms) Autumn: (silently backs him up on this topic) tailor: (sighs) Very well, then, if it will calm you. Eleven, was it? Ajax: TEN. tailor: Quite right, quite right. What an egregious error on my part. (he begrudgingly trades the goods for the cash) Ajax: (grumbles as he stomps off) Nothing but cheats and swindlers! What's a Tangleburr s'posed to do? I'll be impoverished before long! Autumn: My father would never speak to me again if he learned how much I paid for these clothes.... Ajax: (looks around) Um, what should we buy for th'others? Autumn: Something cheaper would be nice. Ajax: (looking over an orange shirt and a pair of gold pantaloons) What do you think? Too big for me? Autumn: (trying not to look horrified) It's so, well, noticable. People will definitely notice you when you walk buy. I still think you should have gone with that green shirt I pointed out. Ajax: Nah... too subdued. These Eastfairianites wear all kinds of crazy clothes. To blend in, we're going to have to stand out, if you take my meaning. Autumn: I'm trying not to. After some more bargain hunting-- and, when that proves to be an impossibility, reasonable-price hunting-- you manage to find some decent clothing for the others. Most of it is in fashion, meaning that it's patterned, usually with tartans and plaids, and brightly-colored. It may seem garish to your foreign eyes, but it's clearly what everyone who's anyone is wearing. The prices are high at even the most affordable of clothiers, averaging around 150% of what you'd expect. Bundles in hand, you make your way to Gloria's.