"I like the look of that overcoat."
Quies pointed towards a think gray overcoat with leather padding here and there. It looked pleasing, and seemed very breathable and flexible in case he needed a lot of mobility.
"Which one is that… ah, here it is."
The outfitter pulled out the coat Quies pointed at. The long overcoat caught on the hems of the other outfits.
"Why don't you try put this on over that tunic… ah, I take back what I said. How about we replace that basic tunic of yours. One of these outfit sets should have a finer tunic that would compliment that overcoat well."
"Could we choose a darker color? Don't want monsters spotting him from a mile away."
"Right. Well, all of these should be oriented towards that purpose. I looked at the fabrics and studied the pips on my work table, and I have to say, all of these are rather exceptional."
The outfitter looked through several of the outfits once more. While that happened, Valerie prompted Quies.
"How about you get a light under-armor. Something that can protect you, and you can still wear something bulkier over it."
"That coat looks cool though."
"Yeah, but monsters won't care how you look when they're about to maul you into pieces."
"Fair point."
"Did those adventurers bring any armor as well?"
The outfitter glanced at Valerie.
"Ah, they gave the heavier forms of plate armor to the nearby armorer. However, I was able to keep some light armor. Much more flexible and breathable than those heavy tanks."
Valerie smiled.
"I'd like that, then."
"Agh! I brought this out for nothing!"
The outfitter dragged the rolling rack of clothes to the back, banging against the wooden door on the way. A moment later, an almost fully black suit of armor, with some extra garments, was brought out of the door.
"How about this?"
The metal on the leather fastenings jingled as the armor was brought out. The outfitter seemed to be having not too hard of a time carrying it out, which was surprising for any sort of armor piece. From top to bottom, it was black, although with some pieces being shifted towards a more dark purple hue. A short black cloak accessorized the suit of light armor, a balance of looks and practicality.
"I like it."
"It'll work for him. Try it on. See how you feel about it."
Quies approached the outfitter and took the light armor from his hands. He braced himself, thinking it would have at least some heft to it, however it was uncharacteristically light, even for that type of armor.
"Is there a changing room somewhere?"
"Can't you just… put it on here? It's not like you need to take anything off."
"Right. I'll just…"
Quies awkwardly set the pieces of armor on the ground, and thought for a while on which piece to put on first. He decided that going from bottom to top would be best.
"C'mon, we don't have all day."
"Valerie, we most definitely do."
She facepalmed as Quies took his time putting on the different armor pieces. First came the greaves and sabatons, then the cuirass, then the pauldrons. As it turns out, the whole armor was made out of leather, which gave it its feather-like weight. Yet, the material felt tough. Over a period of time Quies had learned that not all leathers are built the same, with some coming from creatures that lurk deep in the depths.
"Come here really quick."
Valerie gestured for Quies to come closer. As he walked closer, he noticed that the armor was rather articulate, minimally impeding on his natural movements, yet it shielded his skin like a layer of carapace.
"A little bit closer."
Quies now stood barely a pace away from Valerie.
"Okay. Ready?"
"Ready for wha-"
Suddenly, Quies was launched back by a devastating force. He flew across the room and crashed straight into a wall. Fortunately, he didn't hit any of the outfitter's wares. He stood up, albeit slowly, sparks of residual electricity crackling on the surface of the leather cuirass.
"Why the depths did you do that?!"
"Why the depths did you do that?!"
Quies and the outfitter shouted simultaneously, though for different reasons.
"Ahh sh… shucks. I didn't mean to do that!"
Quies slowly turned around to look at the wall he crashed into. There was a human shaped dent in it, wooden splinters jutting out of the separation of the planks. Sawdust lingered in the air, and the ends of the small splinters were charred black. The outfitter stood there in awe at what had just happened, and how much it would cost to fix the wall.
"So, uhh… How much would it cost? The armor and the wall, of course."