Nils: This is a bit much. I feel as though I’m being suited up like a grenadier.
Concordia (Shabby): Stay still, or I won’t get your measurements properly.
Nils: Must you really outfit me this way?
Anataeus (Shabby): The more light you absorb, the easier it will be for you to blend into the shadows.
Nils: I can already do that. You seem to underestimate my abilities.
Anataeus (Shabby): I want to leave nothing to chance.

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Concordia (Shabby): It’s quite a striking look, don’t you think?
Nils (Cloak): I’m a convert. I never thought I’d reach the heights of fashion like this.
Anataeus (Shabby): We should go into business as clothiers.
Anataeus (Shabby): I can hardly do much more alchemy in any case... we used the last of our quicksilver making that.
Concordia (Shabby): But that’s a wonderful idea. I’ll find us more looming and sewing supplies.
Anataeus (Shabby): Get us a mannequin, too.
Concordia (Shabby): Consider it done.
Anataeus (Shabby): Perfect.