Keelthy meandered through the market somewhat bored with his new life in Jauhar, it had been quite the novelty when they had first arrived, and Reillan, his brother seemed to have no problem whatsoever in keeping himself occupied but Keel had some creativity block and hadn't managed to think up a new dance to display for a long time. Which left the mild obedience training of their not so mild janarim. They really needed a professional for that, he was making some progress but it was terribly slow going.
He decided he needed something to shake him out of his funk, perhaps a new wardrobe would perk him up. He had only the clothes on his back from Oba and they were starting to wear and he hated wearing clothes that detracted from his appearance. Yes that was it, it was time for a new wardrobe. Keelthy began swiveling his head looking for a clothing merchant. He could get the raw materials and find a tailor that had the skills to make exactly what he wanted.
