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It wasn’t like Deme had spent a lot of time with travelling merchants, he’d been less thinking realistically about what they might wear and more thinking about his current rather outgoing and eccentric mood and what matched it. He tipped his head and agreed to follow Mal to see what the younger man had in mind. He trusted Mal, and although they weren’t without their occasional argument, it was never something that Deme held against Mal, one of the few people in Deme’s life that he didn’t mind if they spoke their mind.

Deme eyed the coat that Mal had picked out skeptically before shrugging and trying it on. You're right, this is much less conspicuous. He admitted, spinning around to get a good look at himself in the mirror before flashing Mal another grin. Alright, let's go see what we can find. Just then a thud came from across the room, Saxton the blind had entered and knocked his little protected head against the frame of the doorway, but undeterred the little cat meowed and tried again, trying to follow the sound of the voices and smell of the humans.

Well, first let’s get Saxton settled for the night. Have you seen his little stuffed mouse Mr. Jenkins? He usually carries it everywhere with him. He figured it would only be a ten or twenty minute delay to make sure one of his neediest cats was settled for the night before he went out on the town.