My next stop was the city's most exclusive outfitter. I strolled down polished avenues where high-end merchants lined the streets. Their wares glittered under the mid-day sun—and not just the ones you would expect to glitter—, tailored winter clothing, elegant weaponry, and accessories that would likely force the old me into a life-long contract of servitude.
It wasn't long until I found the perfect cloak. The snow-cat cloak, they called it, was fashioned from the pelts of a mystical beast native to the northern wastes. It promised not only warmth but a look that both beckoned to my more feral side, as well as my more 'polished noble' side.
As I had hoped, it was as white as freshly fallen snow. Another week or so left until I could really put it to use. The way the air felt around me was a telling sign that we were looking at some Inclement weather. A white shadow cat, that sounded perfect to me, even if the price was a bit extreme.
