He needed clothing, he would settle for a pair of sneakers and jeans – he doubted he would find them here, so he was browsing the markets of the pantheon? They were markets for sure, a hodge podge of stalls and buildings. A mix of china town, combined with a garage sale and a craft show crammed into way too many smells, colors, and shiny things.

Kisten sighed, combing fingers through his flopped over mohawk, pinching a strand of bright magenta in thought. He wasn’t the strangest thing here, he probably was in the running for the brightest coloration with his robin egg blue skin tone, bright magenta hair, and green eyes but certainly not odd. It was sort of thrilling to be less exotic and more possibly just attractive.

If he could find something else to wear then a plain tunic and loose work pants. He felt slovenly.