[She huffs, rolling her eyes and looking to the side at his hostage remark. The nerve of this wizard.]
I'll have to ask about that name later when there's less to impede us. That's much too ominous.
Though not as much as you.
[She'll take one set of clothes to change into and the rest to Gale, going to the back to change. It's straightforward and she only makes one or two magical adjustments for a better fit around the elbows and her armpits. As for her old clothes, well... She tentatively casts some magic on the folded pile and it disappears, hopefully returning to her house.
By the time she's done, there's a few other customers who are perusing the shop. Let's just say some heads are turned when she exits the changing room, running a hand through her hair as she approaches Gale.]
This should do, right? I feel comfortable which is more important, but...
[Aside from the glasses, which aren't too out of place even for Baldur's Gate, it looks like she'll have no problem fitting in.]
[Settling the bill is a simple matter; Gale has a pleasant discussion with the dwarven woman at the front counter as he neatly takes care of things, but his attention is abruptly pulled away when Amelia reappears and approaches him, looking as though she had always been here in Faerun.
For a moment, he only stares; the woman behind the counter turns to take care of another customer, and Gale's mouth pulls into a broad smile.]
The picture of loveliness, as always. Comfort, of course, is paramount. You'll fit in perfectly, though I certainly imagine you'll still draw your share of attention.
[His smile gentles as he steps closer to her and takes her hand in his, the rest of their purchases having been tucked away in his bag— bigger on the inside, of course.]
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I'll have to ask about that name later when there's less to impede us. That's much too ominous.
Though not as much as you.
[She'll take one set of clothes to change into and the rest to Gale, going to the back to change. It's straightforward and she only makes one or two magical adjustments for a better fit around the elbows and her armpits. As for her old clothes, well... She tentatively casts some magic on the folded pile and it disappears, hopefully returning to her house.
By the time she's done, there's a few other customers who are perusing the shop. Let's just say some heads are turned when she exits the changing room, running a hand through her hair as she approaches Gale.]
This should do, right? I feel comfortable which is more important, but...
[Aside from the glasses, which aren't too out of place even for Baldur's Gate, it looks like she'll have no problem fitting in.]
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For a moment, he only stares; the woman behind the counter turns to take care of another customer, and Gale's mouth pulls into a broad smile.]
The picture of loveliness, as always. Comfort, of course, is paramount. You'll fit in perfectly, though I certainly imagine you'll still draw your share of attention.
[His smile gentles as he steps closer to her and takes her hand in his, the rest of their purchases having been tucked away in his bag— bigger on the inside, of course.]
Now, how about something to eat?