Ariel tightened her lips, looked down for a moment and nodded, understanding Speaks-With-Thread's point. She would have to make do without a sample if she didn't want to risk her welcome wearing thin. She certainly didn't want the city's first impression of her to be sour. Thankfully, Speaks-With-Thread's answer to Ariel's second question diverted the tone of the conversation somewhat. Even though a female test case would have been more ideal, Ariel was sure that the innkeeper, Rukeewei, would be a great help. Speaks-With-Thread's offer made Ariel smile widely, "That sounds very good. Thank you, Speaks-With-Thread. I'll find Rukeewei again when I have something to try." Ariel glanced to the pack amongst the shop, then to Speaks-With-Thread once more. "If you don't mind," Ariel pointed to the shelves, "I think I'll have a browse myself. I've had this robe for so long, I don't think it suits this part of the world at all." Ariel let out a small laugh, then turned to peruse the displays for herself.

When Meesei put her hand on Sabine's shoulder, she shivered in surprise, retracted her arm from the mannequin and quickly turned her head. When she saw that it was just her alpha, she relaxed again. Sabine looked at the dress once more and considered for a moment, then she turned around to face Meesei and nodded confidently. She wasn't quite sure what to do next, to be frank, but she supposed it would involve removing the dress from the mannequin itself. Cautiously, she searched with her hands and her eyes for the laces that held it together. Once she managed to remove the articles, she looked around blankly. Was she meant to put the dress on now, like Meesei had done? Was there something in the small room that she had to do?

Over by some other dresses, Fendros had a look up and down at the dress that Ahnasha had pointed out. "Well, the tail hole might be a bit big, but you could still try on one of the Argonian ones for size. See how it looks, the shopkeeper said she would do some alterations if needed." Fendros encouraged Ahnasha forward by pushing his hand against the small of her back, "Go on, try one on."

"Hoy, Fendros."

Fendros turned his head to Janius, who had pulled out a couple of other pieces of clothing and had them draped over one arm. "Yes?" Fendros asked. Janius didn't even looked him in the eye, rather he frowned and walked up to him before pressing one of the shirts he carried up against Fendros' front. Janius craned his neck in a couple of directions scrutinising the style and colour against Fendros, before pushing the shirt into Fendros' hands. "Try this one," Janius said, clapping one hand against Fendros' upper arm heartily before going back to the shelves.

Fendros held the shirt he had just been handed in both hands by its shoulders. It had no sleeves and had a wide neck. At first, Fendros took it for a beggar's shirt, but his eye caught subtle bands of dark green in some places. It was pretty, but not to the point of being gaudy. The stitches and styles eventually gave it an appearance of something slightly regal, but in the an Argonian way. "I suppose it's my size," Fendros thought out loud.