That's good. Robin will keep an eye on them to avoid any unfortunate magical mishaps, but he's pleased to see the bundle of spirits--intentionally or not--handling their own appearance.
They don't have very far to go. Robin will keep them away from the part of the market where he'd originally found them, just to avoid any vendors they may have stolen from... But their first stop isn't far from where they'd come up.
He leads them to a large, rectangular tent covered in a pale purple fabric. The edges of the awning are decorated with a gold, geometric pattern, and the "front door" is still wide open. He ducks inside, tugging Phalanx along with him, as a woman starts to answer from where she is pinning things to a form in the corner.
"Hello there, what can I--" She stops, realizing who has just walked in, "--Robin, how are you? What are you doing here this early?"
Robin waves and grins. They apparently have a friendly rapport. She puts her work down, a small woman with a perfectly bald head and a little more color in her skin than most. She's dressed very richly, in a long dress colored a deep, deep blue.
"I'm hoping to dress up my weird little friend," Robin explains plainly, gesturing to Phalanx. She looks confused (and maybe a little skeptical), as she looks the mismatched pile of clothes and blankets over. Robin continues, "A relative just kind of dropped them on me while he's busy with some counsel thing."
There are other things to look at in this tent aside from the woman, of course. There's a plush rug underneath them, and a dozen mannequins dressed up in various jackets, dresses, sashes, and doublets. There are one or two small shelves for tools and accessories, but most of the fabric bolts and other large displays are stacked up neatly on the floor.
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They don't have very far to go. Robin will keep them away from the part of the market where he'd originally found them, just to avoid any vendors they may have stolen from... But their first stop isn't far from where they'd come up.
He leads them to a large, rectangular tent covered in a pale purple fabric. The edges of the awning are decorated with a gold, geometric pattern, and the "front door" is still wide open. He ducks inside, tugging Phalanx along with him, as a woman starts to answer from where she is pinning things to a form in the corner.
"Hello there, what can I--" She stops, realizing who has just walked in, "--Robin, how are you? What are you doing here this early?"
Robin waves and grins. They apparently have a friendly rapport. She puts her work down, a small woman with a perfectly bald head and a little more color in her skin than most. She's dressed very richly, in a long dress colored a deep, deep blue.
"I'm hoping to dress up my weird little friend," Robin explains plainly, gesturing to Phalanx. She looks confused (and maybe a little skeptical), as she looks the mismatched pile of clothes and blankets over. Robin continues, "A relative just kind of dropped them on me while he's busy with some counsel thing."
There are other things to look at in this tent aside from the woman, of course. There's a plush rug underneath them, and a dozen mannequins dressed up in various jackets, dresses, sashes, and doublets. There are one or two small shelves for tools and accessories, but most of the fabric bolts and other large displays are stacked up neatly on the floor.