It looked as if the man had just been dragged out of a sunken ship, lumbering around as he towered over the majority of the population. There was no option for subtly when travelling with such a man, finding refuge when finally arriving in front of the small shop that sat in a quiet corner of Gulgran's Purse.
"This is where you get your clothes, Sir Damien?"
"Urr...my grandfather used to bring me here."
Quickly brushing off Getrude's question, clearly holding some level of shyness to himself--they made their way inside the tailor shop. Inside the high-maintenance establishment, holding finely woven clothes, the shop owner was left in awe at the size of the new customer.
"--Come this way...I need to take your measurements, Sir."
The frail old man ushered for Noah to follow him into the room behind the store counter while the knights waited.