You started on your way down the many roads through town as you headed towards the street market you had seen prior, the one from what you had purchased the gun at your side. You knew that the ever changing face of the street markets was one that would make purchasing clothing interesting, that you may even have to visit a few stalls, possibly even other street markets to obtain a full outfit that was adequate for your needs.
It wouldn't take long though, with luck.
You could almost feel lady luck smiling upon you as you arrived at the site of the market, several people selling off new and second hand clothing, each of them trying to cry out about their wares louder than the other, each of them saying that they would offer the best price. The clothing seemed to be arraved with the brightest and newest clothing in the middle of the stalls, at the front where it would catch peoples attention, with plainer stuff to the sides and the older but still servicable second hand clothing sat in crates under the stalls.
First things first though, you wanted shoes. Boots to be exact, heavy and hardy boots that you could trust to keep your feet safe when putting them through doors and windows. Well, assuming you needed to put them through doors or windows, anyway. You knew that you'd no doubt done so on more than one occasion in your past, given how long you had lived for.
You went through several stalls as you set about examining the footwear that they had for sale, trying it on as you tried to find some that was comfortable and servicable. While a few came closer, it wasn't until you were almost ready to settle for a new but expensive pair that would require breaking in that you spotted them. A pair of almost new looking boots, ones that had a few creases in them saying that they had seen some wear already, ones that were a deep tan in colour.
You haggled over them like a man possessed after trying them on, after taking a few steps in them to ensure that they were a good fit. The stall owner was clearly awed by how passionately you bartered, how little you were prepared to give way as you made it clear just why the boots were worth what you had offered. After a few minutes of this the pair of you shook hands as you passed over a handful of coins and your old shoes, agreeing that as you had no need for them anylonger, that the stall owner had need of some shoes that they could walk through filth in without worrying about ruining them, that they were an acceptable bartering chip.
The shirt and the trousers that you sought were much easier to come by, as in a street market like this the customers they could count on most were the common folk. The very people that needed and wanted simple and servicable clothing that wouldn't let them down. You of course, were willing to pay a touch more to ensure that they truely were up to the task, that you could obtain clothing that was stitched well and made of durable fabric.
Your bartering in this case had you walk away with some deep grey-brown trousers that felt heavy as you draped them over your arm and a servicable white shirt. The shirt wasn't ideal, but you knew you could hide it beneath a coat, though, the question was what kind of coat did you want to buy?
You passed over a padded, but clearly unsuited to the current weather overcoat, a topcoat made of light brown fabric, pausing as you decided to try on a plainly made waistcoat to see if it would fit. The waistcoat was a light tan brown, with brass buttons that you figured would give you a touch of sophistication if you needed it. That, or you'd look like a rather successful thug.
That thought had you almost grinning as you sorted through overcoats, pausing as you pulled an almost formal looking jacket out. This was no fancy suit that you were going to be wearing, but the look would give you at least some air of class, an almost respectable look for somebody from the working class.
It was a lot of brown, but brown was good. Brown blended in with the city at night.
After haggling for the jacket and overcoat you made your way from the market pleased. You had a pocketfull of change and a respectable enough outfit.
While you didn't have any place to change into it just yet, you knew that you'd have a chance to get changed at Red's around dinner time. Your break just after dinner time would be the perfect time to go check out the two major technology guilds, and any others in their vicinity.
Was there any other pressing business that you needed to take care of around that time?Single Action, Fixed Cylinder Revolver. (Six Capacity, Slow Loading)
Holster, Ammo Belt, Revolver Ammo x14
Plain Jacket (Brown)
Waistcoat (Tan, Brass Buttons)
Plain Shirt (White)
Heavy Duty Trousers (Deep Grey-Brown)
Leather Boots (Deep Tan)
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