Rohar is greeted with the scent of allspice and cinnamon as she enters the tent. There are a few people browsing the many shelves laden with herbs, spices and foodstuffs of all kinds. The most unusual of the people within is a strange, rabbit looking creature, with light brown fur (a harengon). He is slim, and wears a green vest and baggy pants, and a set of bell earrings that jingle as he barters with a customer. As you make your way inwards, another customer, an elf, turns to you with a scowl. 

"Where's your master, slave?" he snaps at you. "What do you think you're doing, waltzing in here as if to buy something? We both know you're not supposed to handle money on your own." 

Upon this comment, Three walks in, making sure that the queen's branding on his arm is shown. He casts Thaumaturgy to make his voice boom.

"Who do you think you are to yell at a slave sent by one in the queens service! Even if this beast," he emphasizes this by pushing Rohar in the back, "is just a slave, you have no right to speak harshly to them. I could have you beheaded for this!"

Rohar has been a slave so long, she immediately drops her head in respect.  "Im sorry sir, I am no slave, I am on a mission for the queen."  Seeing the hate and obvious disbelief in the elfs eyes, Rohar turns and runs back out of the tent.

Outside she finds her group and asks of the better dressed of the group if one of them could go back in with her to buy some food. "Could one of you go in with me to buy some food, they don't like ex-slaves in there"

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As Three pushes her back into the tent, Rohar is overwhelmed with appreciation that her friends would come to her aid so quickly and forcefully.  "Thank you Three"  Feeling more confident with Three behind her and so confident, she looks at the elf. "I just wanted some rations, didn't mean to overstep my rights."

Three whispers to Rohar "You need to buy some new clothes so that you don't look like a slave, but like a freed slave."

(OOC: I'll do an arcana check, why not: 6

Having studied many different books in your father's library, you recognise the scythe from the story of Osiris's death. You also recall clearly the curse placed upon the weapon, a result of killing the God of the dead - this curse causes any and all corpses within 50 feet of it to become undead, and hostile to anyone nearby. 

Back in the brown tent, the elf looks shocked, as everyone in the tent turns to look at Three. The rabbit like individual cocks his head, seemingly curious to listen in, as the elf begins to desperately try and justify himself. 

"I - I mean no disrespect to the Pharaoh!" he splutters. "I only seek to uphold the natural order of things! This girl can't possibly buy anything on her own, she - she's -"

"I've heard enough," a furry paw lands on his shoulder, and he turns to see the harengon behind him. "This is my shop, so I decide who shops here. You're being rude to my customers, Mr Cornaith."

"Fine!" Cornaith snaps, adjusting his blue silk robes. "But don't expect to see me here again, Tajir!" 

As the elf leaves, Tajir turns to you with a smile, and a jingle of his earrings. "What kind of rations are you after, miss? I have dried meat for 6 silver pieces a day's worth, and nuts and olives and other snacks for 4 silver pieces a day's worth. Or I could combine the two for 5 silver pieces a day's worth. Your choice."

"So 10 days of both is 50 silver, that sounds fair."  Rohar gives them the 5 gold and looks at Three, "could you help me find some better clothes?"

"Thank you Mr., Tajir? Did I get that right? Would you be so kind as to show us the way to some clothing that wouldn't be so... problem inducing, such as what has just transpired?"

Tajir takes the gold with a nod, and returns with 10 days worth of rations. 

"Certainly! And my name is Tajir, there's no need to add a Mr," he replies to Three with a chuckle. "Correni's tent is not to far from here, he sells all manner of garments but let me warn you - Correni is type to take advantage of others. Miss, I gave you a fair deal because you come from an underprivileged background. Correni will do the exact opposite." 

"Thank you so much Tajir."  "Three, will you accompany me to Corinnis tent to make sure he doesn't cheat me?"

"Of course. Thank you Tajir. If we happen to come back by this way, we'll make sure to stop by and say hello."

He then walks out and heads to Correni's tent.

Rohar subtracted 5 more gp from her inventory and follows Three.   "Hey, do you think they might sell bigger swords?"

Three smirks back at Rohar. "I'm sure they do Rohar. I'm sure they do."

Three enters the tent, walking strait to Correni. "You must be Correni. I need you to get this slave some clothes good enough for a royal." Three pulls up his sleeve to show the mark of the queen. "The queen has a banquet coming up, and all slaves are required to be dressed like, Three pretends to gag, "one of those god damned freed slaves. I'm sure you know what to do." He then turns around, grabs Rohar by the cloth of his neck, and drags him next to Correni.

I watched the others taking steps to finalise their last preparations for the ordeal that laid ahead. Doing so I realised I still had to do mine.

'If you would pardon me,' I said to those who remained as I set the box of bandages down. 'It is nigh past the time I should have done this.'

I looked around and scooted over to what appeared to my eyes as a sidepassage suitable to shy away from most prying eyes. I spread out my cloak on the ground to shield the new bandages from any potential dirt, sat myself down and began stripping away the still moist old bandages in preparation to apply the new ones.

Rashaken finds a spot between the tents secluded enough to redo his bandages. 

In Correni’s tent, the Dragonborn merchant smirks as he listens to Three.

”Finally, some customers I understand,” he says, gesturing with his hand, and Rohar feels a sharp tug on her arm, almost as if an invisible hand is tugging her away. “You would not believe how rude one of my customers was to me today. She accused me of being a fraud! Can you imagine?”

Rohar is tugged towards a set of dividers used for changing. She is released, and subsequently two elegantly decorated dresses float in the air above the Goliath, one a snowy white with a blue sash, the second blue and  decorated with gold embroidery to create a scene along the hem of cranes by the riverside. They hover, ready to be taken.

"I think I need something more useful than a dress actually."  Rohar says looking around.  " Got anything like a tight fitting jumpsuit?  With maybe a cloak to covet it?".  She looks at Three and remembers her role.   "Only If that is ok with you sire" She says as she bows.

"I do not appreciate the outburst... slave. But you do have a point." Three turns to Correni. "While she is required to were something nice, she is not meant to look like the main event. The color scheme need to blend in with the background, as to be a disgrace amongst royalty, but quite rich amongst peasants. If you know what I mean."

"Of course, of course," Correni says smoothly. The invisible servant places the dresses down and picks up a tunic and pants. "We don't have jump suits but we do have these - and this sash will compliment her eyes."

Three garments are dumped into Rohar's arms - a strikingly silver sash, and a well made beige tunic with matching pants. 

"As for the coat," the merchant continues, taking three by the shoulders and leading him towards a table laden with cloaks, "I happen to have two very nice ones right here - this gorgeous indigo coat and this black one, both with a white fur trim that will look exquisite against her dark hair." 

Three looks at the assortment of clothing. "Hmm. I think we'll take the beige tunic and pants. And maybe the indigo coat as well. Do you also happen to have one in my size? If so, I would like one too." Three then turns to Rohar. "For being quite obedient during your service to the queen, I shall 'gift' you the sash."

After Correni checks if they have the second indigo coat, Three will take out a parchment, and write a message on it.

To the front gate guards Gil & Martin.

This is a letter of payment of ___ for the clothier Correni. He will tell you how much payment is required for clothing.

Your least favorite man-child - Three

"Let me check my closets," Correni replies, then returns with an identical indigo coat. "Ah yes, here we are good sir."

He catches sight of the note and his eyes narrow. "What's that note for? Surely you aren't going to take these items on credit. I have no reason to believe that I will get what I am due."

(If you want to convince him, roll persuasion)