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Clothing it turned out, was cheap. Most everything in Port Reaver, as the place was charmingly named, was cheap. Goods for sale here were rarely purchased legitimately and were sold, often as not for a handful of coin and a few barrels of rum. Although there were bribes to be paid overhead on goods acquired at sword point was low and the fact that a proportion of the crew was not likely to survive acquiring those goods, wages were also manageable.  So it was that an hour later stepped out of a tailor, if such a term could be applied, in an entirely new wardrobe for the price of a few pieces of silver. The supplies on hand didn't really run to dresses so she had instead a long shirt of white silk that hung down to her thighs giving the same effect. SHe wore trousers in long gray and black stripes tucked into Tilean boots with broad silver buckles. She wore a sash of red silk around her waist to belt the shirt in place that gave her a rakish and piratical look. The tailor had also been kind enough to scrub the dirt and blood off her, a service he had been so caviler about that Emmaline wondered just how wild a town Port Reaver could be after dark.

Amal had gone to speak to the captain of the Destrier having finished buying his own clothing well before she had exhausted her options and was due back at any minute. Emmaline had found an inn, there were several in the area and purchased a room for the night and then returned to meet Amal. She passed the time browsing the various shops and chandleries, amazed at the variety of goods available in such a remote settlement. There were even a few swords in one pawn shop that claimed to be of Elven manufacture, though Emmaline was reasonably sure they were fakes. There were many pistols, hand guns and even what looked to be a Dwarven flame cannon, though how anyone here could manufacture fuel remained a mystery to her. Books and purported arcana was less impressive, though Emmaline saw several places that claimed to sell such things, they were inevitably forgeries or simple baubles meant to con the gullible, something she was familiar with from having hawked no few faux love potions and fake astrologies in her time in Altdorf. It seemed that any serious arcane works would have to wait until Marienburg. Well that was fine, in order to buy much more than their passage on the Destrier and their room and board they would have had to have sold the artefacts they had liberated from the City of Sotek and Emmaline was sure they would fetch a much better price in Marienburg.

"There you are," Amal called and Emmaline turned to him with a smile and a flourish to show off her new clothes. 
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