Dread Mage

Not too long after they made their way from the Garrion camp they reached a city.

It made sense. Why would one be a bandit too far from any civilization to rob?

"Do you know this city, Sonder? Do any memories spring up?"

She looked at the stone walls and wooden gate from a distance.

"No, I don't think so."

"Mhh," Vell was thinking, "Maybe I should raise another person to compare the two of you? Anyway, we got to get you new clothes, and maybe get that sword out of your chest."

There was a strange feeling in Sonder's stomach when he mentioned removing the sword, but she thought that he was right.

The sword had to go some time.

Vell noticed Sonder's reaction and told her, "It doesn't have to, you know. You seem perfectly fine, even with it in your stomach. And it does make an interesting accessory, maybe even a conversation starter."

They went into the city, and Sonder had the feeling that she had already experienced being in a city before.

Nothing surprised her, not the people or the density or the noise or smell, which ranged from very pleasant as they passed a small stall for perfume to very unpleasant near a butcher's shop that was cutting up a fresh cadaver outside.

They went into a boutique and a smaller woman greeted them.

She seemed to be from one of the pixie races as she had thin wings that flapped furiously as she was flying around.

"Greetings, how may I help you..." She said and then saw Sonder, with the sword.

"Hello. I want to buy some new clothing for my friend here. As you can see, she had some... unique properties to her, and I'd like to buy her tailor-made clothing which consider them. Do you think you can do that?"

"Of course," she answered.

"Great. Now, Sonder," Vell said, turning to her, "You stay here and I'll go run a few errands. Is that alright?"

"Yes."

Then he left and Sonder's measurements were taken.

"Are you from one of the Ethian races?" The fairy woman asked. "Or maybe one of the Vastiel?"

Sonder didn't know how to answer. She didn't even know what Ethians or Bastly were.

She just didn't answer at all, keeping quiet.

"I'm sorry, is that a sensitive subject?"

"Something like that."

And after an hour, after everything had been measured on Sonder, and after the fairy woman talked her ear off about what kind of colors and material her clothing should be, Vell returned.

"Done?" He asked.

"Yes, everything to the lady's liking." The fairy answered, and then apprehensively asked, "And about the payment."

"Money's no issue. and we'll pay on delivery." Sonder said, and only now did Sonder realize that Vell did look like a man for whom money was no issue.

He was dressed in expensive dark clothing with many red accents and golden adornments. He looked like a nobleman.

"We're staying at the Freeman's Inn. Send them there."

"Of course, of course," the woman said.