Zayn gave the poor guy a sympathetic look before Althea grabbed his hand — firm grip, surprisingly warm — and pulled him toward the door.
"Let's get to know each other better."
"Where are we going though?"
"I want to take you to a place where I get my clothes."
Zayn laughed. "Yeah, but you didn't answer the real question."
"And what's that?"
"What does shopping have to do with getting to know each other?"
They turned the corner and stopped in front of a colorful shop with a crooked wooden sign that read 'Needle & Whimsy'.
Zayn stared at it like it had just insulted his bloodline.
"Clothes?" he asked.
"You've been wearing the same shirt and light armor for a week or so now."
"What can I say? It's my lucky armor."
"It smells like it's been to four graveyards and a worm pit."
Zayn opened his mouth to object but paused. "...Okay, yeah, I can't disagree with that."
Inside the store was warm and cozy, with fabrics draped from the walls like tapestries.
