It was interesting walking her demonstration, he had to admit. No wonder she had been successful at her swindling. Well, he wasn't certain how successful, but clearly she had been eating well. He smirked and took her arm so she could walk beside him as he went to go and collect his jacket at the tailor just down the next street. "Well...I only needed you to be my date. But I'll suggest a mixture between Imperial aristocracy and ditzy arm candy. You won't need to do much talking other than the kind that distracts or bores other guests, unless something unexpected happens. In which case we'll improvise." He judged. Improvisation had always worked in the past, even if it was a bad way to go about planning. 

The stream of early risers were thinning somewhat, however that only gave way to the slower, later risers that slunk out of their inns and homes to go and perform more leisurely, or at least less pressing matters. Men hauled crates and sacks onto carts and called to one another across the street as women chattered amongst themselves and swept porches. Markus saw a strange deal being made in an alley they passed between a halfling and a man dressed as a chiney sweep. The place reminded him a bit of Marienburg if he was honest. 

"No, come in with me." Markus chuckled as Emmaline slowed down at the door. They both stepped into the tailor's shop together. "No need for me to go into a dressing room, I'll just be grabbing a- What in the hells." 

The inside of the building was burgundy in color from the deeply dyed carpet, with racks upon racks of jackets, shirts, trousers, belts, and even a few cloaks hung up along the walls. Three well dressed and sporty employees walked every which way to adhere to the customers they had within, which to Markus' surprise were three Dwarfs who seemed to be finding dress for a special occasion. One of them being unmistakable by his mohawk and lack of an arm. 

"Sketti?" 

"Cap't Flintbrook! Aye lad, there ye are! And the bimbo too, och, small city eh?" He said with a hearty laugh as a young attendant measured his thrice broad chest, long arms splayed out. Dwarf bodies were a strange sight when displayed, their legs being half the length whilst their arms were almost ape-like in muscle and length. All attached to a barrel body of stout muscle. "What brings you two into this den of thieves?"

"Not gonna introduce us, aye?" Another Dwarf said. He was a well to-do Dawi with a carefully groomed brown beard, wearing the handsome attire of a successful businessman, his clothes earthy colors of green, brown, and white linen beneath. He sported multiple satchels and purses on his belt, with three tied up ledgers draping off of him. Whoever he was, he had a jovial personality. The next Dwarf was less so, but with an odd zeal and smile to him. He had a dirtier, gruffer atmosphere to him despite having obviously gotten clean recently. On his forehead were smoked goggles, and a black beard that still had the tiniest hint of soot and smoke about it. He had more pronounced muscles than the merchant, though they just barely fell short of Sketti's. He wore simple overalls and a tan top, though his workboots had clearly seen better days. 

"Yeah yeah, keep yer beard on! Och, Captain, these two lads run things on the engineering quarter of the city. Branvaldin Goldsmith and Hugrin Ironbellows here. We're to go and see this Duke and his assembly of simpering lords I been hearing about. By the look on your faces, you are too. And no, I'm not wearing a shirt. As a slayer, best I can do is a cloak which Branvaldin here insisted on." He complained.

"You can't embarrass us. They might be manlings, but they're business!" The merchant harumphed, balling his hands in fists and placing them on his broad hips. 

As the two Dwarfs bickered, Markus whispered to Emmaline. "At least we found him now. I'd hate him to give us away as pirates spontaneously in the castle."