Seeing that Penelope had made a decision, Crow headed to the back of the shop, where a small, elderly woman sat by a table. She squinted up at him as he approached, “Find something you like, dear?”

“Yes,” Crow showed her their choices. “How much for these?”

“Hm,” the old woman grunted, eyeing the clothing in Crow and Penelope’s arms. “I’ll take forty Tael for everything.”

“Alright,” Crow took two gold coins from the coin purse he had stolen from the marketplace and placed them in the seamstress’s waiting hand.

“Thank you for your business,” she pocketed the money and smiled at them. “Your wife will look lovely in that dress, by the way. It was one of my favorites to make.”

Crow shifted his weight, considering telling the elderly woman that he and Penelope weren’t married. In the end, however, he decided it would be easier to save his breath and not correct her. “Thank you,” he said politely, turning to Penelope with a smile. “I’m sure she will.”

After saying a quick goodbye to the shopkeeper, they headed outside once again. Crow looked around, searching for a place where they could change into the Younisian attire. His eyes fell on an alcove between two buildings, just far enough away from the main road that there weren’t any people walking past it. “This way,” he gestured to the secluded spot so Penelope would see it too.

He walked over to the alcove and set down the clothes he had been carrying, “We can change in here. I think there’s a bend in this passage a little farther down. You can put on the new dress back there, since I’m guessing you’ll want your privacy.” Wasting no time, he pulled his old tunic over his head, stripping it off and dropping it by the other clothes so he could exchange it for the new, dark green one. Then, glancing down the passage to make sure Penelope had gone, he did the same with his trousers.

Once he was fully dressed, he leaned against the wall, waiting for Penelope to come back from around the corner.