Vis took a long hard lookout the new woman to join the little group, she seemed polite enough and hoped that she wouldn't bring the scar up. "All righth then, leth go." Vis turned on the spot and started to make his way to the market again, there was bound to be a bakery somewhere in the maze of stalls and booths and if not there was probably a proper bakery somewhere in the town, though he wished to avoid proper bakeries as they were expensive. But as Vis walked with the company of the of the new one, he found that he wandered into the fleece market, looking around for the exit, his eyes fell on a booth selling scarves. 

Vis felt compelled to go towards it and so he did, to take a look at what the vendor had on sale, there were many intricate designs but he longed for something simple like the scarf he gave to the girl, 'what was her name?... Alula'. He found what he was looking for, a simple black scarf, though it wasn't identical to his old one as this one had white ends, "How much?" Vis asked calmly, knowing that that phrase never lisped.

"25" Said the man, avoiding looking at Vis' disfigured face, Vis counted out the coins and bought the scarf, instantly wrapping it around his face and feeling much more comfortable that no one could see his scar. 

"Now we thearch for bread." he said, turing to look at his companion.