“Are you trying to brighten it up with a splash of color? If so a sash maybe in red or white could work. If you’re trying to keep it monochromatic maybe a silver lined cape. I wouldn’t go with a hat. We’ll completely lose your face with a hat. Unless you’re trying to turn people away?” Quentin answers 

Mindartis is having a hard time following anything Quentin is saying. "Why... would you need that? It doesn't sound... functional?"

“It’s not functional and that’s the point. When talking about fine clothes it’s not about function but rather showing off. You are showing off your wealth and status. Only those with money can keep up with fashion trends. It’s even more impressive if you can make the trends. On a more personal note it can also see off who you are as a person. Kind of what your personality is like. On a more romantic note it can show off parts of your body you want others to see in order to attract them for potential courtship, or just to make your ex jealous.” 

"Huh," Mindartis says. "I'm sure my sister would understand this more than I would."

 "No, I'm not trying to turn anyone away," chuckled Elwin, "but yes, I admit I was hoping for a bit more color. I like your idea of a sash though.... Yes, a white sash. Maybe in one of those fancy, shiny fabrics. That sounds like it would work well."

Soon, with Quentin's assistance Elwin had found a suitable sash. Dressed in his new outfit, expertly-fitted, he presented himself to the others. "What do you think? Good enough to not embarrass our noble friends?"

“You were not embarrassing me before Elwin but....well.....” Quentin does the same scratching of his cheek with his pointer finger that he’s done before, “You look very good in it. Nice job.”

For me, these have to be fairly functional. I will perform in them, so I need to move - and I'd suggest that you be able to swing a sword in case of need. Some wear clothes that are especially impractical, to signal they don't need to worry about such things. And some wear clothes that seem impossible to move in, but do in fact allow attacks, as a form of social camouflage. Once well fitted, Del changes back to traveling clothes and armor But these for the other kind of work

((If you guys are done shopping, you should decide if there's anything else you want to do, and whether you will spend the night here or return to the castle.))

(I still wish to go to the magical store to commission scrolls and pick up some other stuff. Was just waiting to see if we’re done here. Don’t want to rush anyone along.)

(( Elwin will get some typical traveler's clothes--rugged, and a little nicer than his common ones, but not like his fine clothes. He'll hold onto the rest of his cash for now (the idea of barding was tempting, but he'll try to keep his mount out of combat for now.)

EDIT: He'll also waste 2gp on a trivial finish-up of one of his arm tattoos.

Afterwards, he'll meet with everyone else to see whether they want to head back immediately or wait until morning. ))

Raven would head back towards the others once she had purchased her new sword.

Mindartis looks to Quentin. "Do you still want to commission those scrolls?"

"Yes. If we're done here I'd like to head there. Get the scroll commissioned and an extra spell books along with what I'll need to start copying my spells down just in case." Quentin replies 

Feeling good and done with most of his plans Can we finish within a few hours, and stay at the castle tonight? That way we are ready to leave at first light, and no one there wonders about us

A question for the police (either retro or Del stops by Hickory) the eleven we saved - how many were in the posters we saw  or otherwise known to be missing - how many still missing?

Del thinks about the others' advice on sugar and health (centuries ahead of medical research!) Five pounds probably is too much, I'll break off some smaller pieces, enough for pixie relationships

The desk sergeant tells Del that Groff, Cup, the pixies and the sprite were never reported as missing. The elf child and three gnome children were the most recently reported disappearances. There are still 28 missing children from the Free City and nearby areas. He hands a sheaf of parchments over--copies of police portraits of the missing children. "Who knows, maybe you will find them," he says. "Lieutenant Hooleran sounded impressed with you, and she doesn't impress easily."

The clerk at the magic shop greets Quentin and asks how he can help him.

“I need a spell scroll commissioned and I’m looking to purchase an Enduring Spellbook.” Quentin replies 

As an aside Del asks what you all think of this as language for a letter to Amryl Naica - he's trying to make it seem in her best interest to take our side.

Mindartis follows Quentin to the shop, looking around at anything that's out for display curiously.

Elwin tried to keep a neutral expression, but found himself both surprised and a little frustrated by the message.

He didn't like the Naica's, and was solidly, even deliberately biased against any overtures toward them. Of course, he also knew that he wasn't terribly sophisticated when it came to how nobles operated. But with the letter, he also found himself wondering if Del had somehow mastered their spheres, and if this was him expertly pulling at their strings. It would make sense for a bard to be that knowledgeable and clever--but it sort of set him apart from Elwin, in Elwin's mind at least, as having risen much higher above his earlier station in life. Which wouldn't have been that big of a deal, if the young man hadn't already come to think of Del as a fellow child-of-the-streets-struggling-to-achieve.

The warlock sneaked a sideways glance at the not-quite-half elf as he read the letter, trying to remember how old he had said he was, before he finished.

"It feels wrong to sound so friendly toward them," he finally said, rather bluntly, if honestly. "But I admit, I don't know how high-class dealings normally go. And I already misjudged by thinking you were going to dump a barrel of sugar onto the orphan children, rather than the few pounds you intended."

Trying to make light of his own discomfort with befriending the Naicas, he shrugged, smiling as he continued, "Clearly your knowledge in this area is greater than mine. I have no issue trusting your judgment on this, so if it's agreed to send this, I'll concede." He rubbed his chin as he thought a second, adding, "Just don't ask me to actually like the lot. I can only hold a fake smile for so long!"

I don't know, I'd say were it not for this conflict, the Naicas are pretty decent folk. Like the Simuls, they are less political, more fun-loving than most of the others. I know they play rough, but so do we. I had fun trading songs at the castle, they run a decent pub and sell beer basically. And I think the conflict is with just a few of a faction within them. But even to an enemy, you write polite, and kill them with kindness. Unless it is really time to threaten