Less than a minute later, Celeste came out wearing a green shirt and trousers. The shirt was tucked firmly into her trousers, held by a leather belt that sat snug against her slender figure. On her feet were sturdy, calf-high boots that she spent a few extra seconds lacing up tightly, and as for her hair, she had tied it into a bun, though a few stray, vibrant strands still framed her beautiful face.
Hanging behind her was her brown haversack, and her ferret was resting comfortably on her shoulder.
Cedric, who was leaning against the wall, studied her briefly. He was dressed in a black shirt tucked into charcoal trousers and high boots, topped with a large black coat and a dark newsboy cap. In his hand was a long brown wooden smoke pipe which he kept taking a puff out of.
