In Princely Garb
Thirty-Fourth Day of Ikomi-eza (Ikomi Ascendant) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
"Though I am not myself of noble blood I would judge I have been covered in enough of it over the years to slip by," Zaia receives his invitation with a droll remark. He had been perhaps the most vocal of all here present about getting back to shore, spending some time in civilized environs, and now that he is finally here the scholar is practically bubbling good cheer. Granted that is not entirely a comforting sight when that joie de vivre shows itself when he is leveraging the dragon's corpse out of the ship and onto dry land, a bone saw in one hand in case he needs to chop something off to make the process easier.
"That is the usual way one is raised to the nobility friend, though for the most part the fellow whose blood one comes to wear is in no state to thank you by the end of it," Antonio quips from the other side of the table, a cup of the local beer held lazily in hand, frothing and red. "To new beginnings!"
Thus you toast and you hope, but not all drink as deeply.
"I shall not be attending. I have not the means to do justice to kith and kin, and it would be an affront to your generosity to ask that you provide such." Neios' words are stiff, though they hide the pain poorly. Perhaps you had been wrong to make the offer. You had hoped that the more familiar environs where he would again be recognized for his rank and station would help soothe some of the wounds upon his heart, but it seems you had misjudged.
"Well, I shall certainly attend the festivities, assuming I can find something to wear that is not woven from the wool of goats or torn from the hide of some other beast," Esha notes, cutting off the uneasy silence before it can grow. A spark of lightning plays between her fingers and her spoon as she taps them on the table.
Esha learned Shocking Grasp
"Would it be appropriate for me to wear false-fur?" Swift Pebble asks, nervousness and excitement both coloring her thoughts.
You start to tell her that she is fine just the way she is, but then hesitate in turn. Of course she does not need clothes for any practical purpose in a winter far more mild than that which her kin face in the Northlands and her modesty is well guarded by her fur, if that is even a concern, but this would be the first time the great men of Orinilu will meet one of the river-folk. What would they meet them as then?
A curiosity? Some wild fey of the mountains and vales to be approached with dread and fascination? An odd beast like a dog trained to walk on two legs? Yet on the other side of the scales it seems a burden to ask of her and all her kin to don the garb of a foreign people, of which they have no real use for, simply to appear civilized in the eyes of the city and its nobles.
Rather than incline her mind one way or the other you lay out your thoughts on the matter. Clothes, particularly ones in the style of the city, will make her more likely to fit in but at the cost of her convenience.
Hearing this Swift Pebble nods thoughtfully and says that she will consult with her kin as she would after all serve as an enjoy of sort for all of Willowbrook and for all the tribes of the river-folk, even of which there had thus far been no work in Orinilu.
"What about... well, what am I gonna wear?" Inge asks, fidgeting in her seat. It wasn't that she did not have the silver to buy new clothes, but now that Swift Pebble had brought up the notion it seems she had been suddenly reminded of some inadequacy of her simple smocks or tunics, perfectly fitting for an Anwa fisherman's daughter, less so for one who must stand for the Lady of the Depths in the sight of the highborn and wealthy.
Truth be told you are not sure what to do yourself, on the one hand the pale robes of a priest of the City would come with a measure of respect, tinged with fear though it might be, but on the other she cannot even speak the tongue of Orinilu, not even so far as to match your own poor efforts.
How should Inge dress?
[] In the pale robes of a priestess
[] In the broad belted tunic that is common for the well off of the city
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OOC: I thought about asking you how Roland should dress as well but it has only been a year and he has had access to mending on all his clothes from the start of the journey so they are in good shape and with the story you told Afke, which he passed on to his lord, there is no need to obfuscate that you dress foreign in a manner none can point to.