[color=00aeef][center][h3]Ferdiad
Penthouse, Foreign District, 10:10 pm[/h3][/center][/color]

Why did she make so little sense? She kept saying words but none of them seemed to actually register in his mind beyond just chatter. American? Luckily he was imbued with some level of knowledge of the world and how it had changed since the older days of the Ulster cycle. Chris chris chris? He was making the name over in his mind and chewing out the word as he said. 


[color=00aeef]"Ah, gilla. You have a name? Chris? Understood, gilla."[/color]


 Of course a berserker was going to get it wrong. Not that his mad enhancement was of such a level that he could not fully see reason. But when she said something as utterly absurd as him getting a change of outfit. All he did was shrug his shoulder and roll off the edge of the tunic. Having already slung it over but one side it now fell down flat and revealed more of the textured flesh. No matter how one gazed at it his skin had an odd look. It was the horn material that meshed well with his flesh and protected him from harm.

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"What is wrong with my current attire? Do I need to change for battle? This is nonsense. No matter what I wear I will still strike down my opponent. Armor is all but useless for me."[/color]


Wait. Was any shop still open? Did they intend to steal clothing? 


[color=00aeef]"Just lead the way to battle, Chris!" [/color]