There are a number of bags draped over and spilling out of a small chest near where they entered--that's probably where Phalanx wanders first. Some of them have buckles, metal snaps, or drawstrings on them, but some are simply very plain bags made out of whatever fabric was available. The whole thing is kind of a confusing mash of grungy style and limited materials, but it would be fun to dig through.

"Something that wraps around multiple times, I think," Robin replies, briefly eyeing and picking up a leather glove off a hook, "Not too tight, though."

"You're describing a blanket, honey," the man replies, coming out of the back just to roll both of his eyes (though one doesn't quite follow in the same perfect loop as the other).

Robin laughs, glancing back at Phalanx, "I'd take that, if it would stay on him."

The man considers for a moment, before directing another question at his new acquaintance, "Well, how much do you like buckles?"