"The cloak is kind of small for you, isn't it?" The elderly tailor said, laughing. Berek grinned. "Not for me. It's for my...it's a gift." Berek replied, holding up the thick fabric and examining it. He felt like it would fit her snugly, though to him it would be a simple robe. He hoped she didn't mind how plain it was, but it was merely for the winter, after all. 

Berek paid the man his money, and wrapped the cloak up so to better transport it. It wasn't quite cold enough for her to need it just yet- 

Berek heard a shriek outside. It was faint, but he didn't exactly know what to make of it. Wait... 

"Ferona," He breathed, his heart stopping. He moved on instinct, grunting in frustration and fear at what was happening outside. It took him all of four seconds for him to come bursting out of the door to see the three men manhandling Ferona, Rose knickering and stamping about, agitated and afraid. 

"Let her go!" Berek said, but even as he spoke the words as a warning, he couldn't exactly stop his fist. The man who yanked Ferona closer was now on the ground, nose bloodied and dazed from the sheer weight of the punch Berek threw. The other two men were surprised to say the least, and they looked to one another as if to see if either wanted to attack, or if they both should. Berek strode forward, taking one of his smaller hammers from his work belt and brandishing it threateningly. 

The men wanted no part of the strong young man, particularly when he had a weapon to use. "W-we were just funnin'. Sorry, we'll leave ye be." 

"Get the hell out of here." Berek barked at them, causing them to jump. It took only a few moments for them to collect their friend and head on, looking back with a mixture of fear and anger. 

Berek didn't care. He dropped the hammer and checked Ferona, not touching her entirely, but merely looking her up and down and idly touching her where she might be hurt. "Are you ok? Did they hurt you?" He asked, honestly afraid she might say yes.