"I do like the shape of that one you have mocked up on your form," Skellig says, moving with confidence to study the coat the tailor is working on. "But as I am taller I typically prefer them to come to at least the knee, or better yet to.fall slightly below it."

"If you would stand here sir," the tailor pulls out a small wooden box for him to stand on. "I will take some measurements. My lady," he says to Kreyu. "My assistant had to run an errand but should be back soon. There is hot water for tea near the hearth, if you'd wish for some while you browse?"

Taking measurements is easy enough; Skellig makes sure to ask for a touch of extra room in the shoulders, as well as a few tweaks to the usual design. Then there is the matter of color. Skellig wanders to Kreyu (who is contemplating which style of pants might look best on her body) with a small stack of wool swatches, dyed different colors.

"Which color, Love? I have typically gone with black, or gray..." But those colors are harder to produce in natural fabrics in this era, so instead he has a few shades of brown, a blue, and a dark greenish one, which is the swatch he holds up near his face, letting her see it next to his eyes. "I was thinking this. It will have a hood."