There were about 50 outfits consisting of a simple cotton tunic and a pair of sandals. The design was gender-neutral, and both men and women found themselves with a charisma barely above that of a potato sack when dressed up.
"Sorry about these clothes." The boy apologized with a wry smile. "As you can see, Last Saint Village has just been established and at the moment our options are limited."
He expected some rebuke, but everyone except Kellam accepted his explanation without a peep. Dwilde shuddered as he felt the rough fabric of his tunic rubbing against his skin, but he remained silent.
Once everyone was dressed, they ate breakfast. Not wanting to show off his Spatial Ring to his fellow villagers just yet, they ate breakfast with the food provided by the Welcome Pack.
