"Hector, what the fuck are you doing asking the Captain for a free handout?", she asked irritably. She shook her head and sighed.
"Well, you're a pickpocket, aren't you? Ply your damn trade on the locals! Neither the Captain or myself happen to be your mother, and you need to earn most of the coin you'll get, one way or another." Sheska barked out, before adding,
"And when you're getting those new clothes, go to Simmyns Outfitters. They'll sort you out.?
The Sulk-Hound blurted out, barking at him before the Captain even had a chance to consider his request, berating him for even having the gall to ask for a loan; and he was just starting to like her too, it would seem she would be keeping the secret moniker he had come to calling her for a while. At least once she had calmed down she had given him a tip, Simmyns Outfitters, he would make sure that would be the first stop once he had got the funds he needed.
Once she had stormed off, no doubt to yell at someone else, the Captain produced the coin he had asked for.
"It's coming out of your next salary, though you may have earned it after spending a day in the company of Sheska" She whispered, produced some coins and handed them to him.
"It's probably not enough to get a custom outfit, like Sheska suggested, but it should be enough to get something better."
So he was not the only one who found her difficult he thought in relief, "Thank you Captain," He said before, an small adventure in itself, heading down the steps of the high tower and into Helium City
On his search for the recommended tailors he pawed through the money he had been given, it was certainly a good amount, however he could always improve the amount he had been giving by ?plying his damn trade,? One of the many taverns would make ample business for him, people sometimes couldn?t keep track of him arms while sober, it would be easy pickings while they were drunk.
And it was; in rowdy, bawdy atmosphere of the drinking den. He moved relatively unnoticed, hanging by the bar and discretely picking the purses of those who looked like they could do to lose a bit of weight as they ordered. Listening to the tales of those who spun them; tales from neobedouin travelers, of the beasts that lurked in the wilds; tales from the skyfolk, of their floating isle; and occasionally the unsavoury yarn from a neovictorian, of their oppressive rule. After a rather unsavoury tale Hector decided it was time to leave, he had doubled his holdings in his time being there and the crew were probably wondering what was taking him so long.
Finally he found the tailors, they asked him to remove his clothes so they could take his measurements, standard fare he was told, but he couldn't help but wonder why they couldn't do it with his clothes on. It was his first time visiting an actual tailor, show he supposed they knew what they were doing. Once the measurements were complete they asked him to describe what materials he would like the suit to made from. Having no idea what that meant, Hector asked if he could see what the options were and he was lead to a room filled with all sorts of fabrics. He was going to make sure he stood out.
The core pieces of the suit, the trousers and shirt would be rather plain compare to the rest of it, but he didn?t want it to be too mismatched, otherwise he would be a laughing stock. The shirt was grey and so were the trousers, sporting a subdued pinstripe pattern. The real piece de resistance however would be the waistcoat; made from a light, but sturdy fabric of elegant bronze, golden and navy blue paisley, the inside lined blue and the buttons a matching copper with a blue floral blue cravat. Over it a rusty burgundy coat with tails and a matching top hat. And not forgetting some new shoes.
Delighted with his purchase he swiftly and smugly made his way back to the ship.
