My clothes were rotting off me, so I had to make my way to the biggest and finest civilization I've so far encountered. The capital was only a short walk from a necromancer's tower, and since I'd already reached my physical peak I figured it was time to tier up another rung to godhood. I seized the secrets man was not meant to know and carried on.
Masterworked leather is in such abundance in this town that I can afford to be choosy. Chicken-leather? Nice, but not nice enough. Ah, rhino leather, that's what I'm talking about. Armadillo leather? Respectable, but I'll go with the lion hide. Llama leather? Save it for the herders and give me the blue shark leather. Cow leather? Now you're getting silly -- whoever heard of leather from a cow?
They seem to embellish their thongs with more loving care than I find comfortable, putting masterwork adornment on masterwork garments. Though I can't complain about fine material quality snuggling up to your nethers, were the rhinestones necessary? I think I'll stick with skirts.
Can't be choosy with cloaks, though, it's difficult enough to find six top-quality ones. I'd hoard them if I could find enough of them to hoard. This whole tedious clothes hunt is worth it. After the first level of depreciation, masterwork leather is still as good as any other leather I could find. These are built to last, at least for a few months of bloodbaths and weather exposure.