Annabel backs away from Darcy, heads behind the counter, and pulls out a whole bolt of cloth.

“I can make something plain as you’d like, if the cost is a concern. But I will insist on making it to fit you better than the hand-me-downs you arrived in. Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d think Mortanne snatched them off corpses and that’s why they’re so dusty and ill-fitting.”