"How much will this be?"
"10 C"
"Uh, okay. Give me two of them then."
"Wait a minute...…here you go."
"Do you accept transaction cards?"
"We do."
"Then I'd like to pay with that."
"Sure."
"Here...It's done."
After paying from my transaction card I took the two pieces of cloth from the guy in front of me—who was apparently a shop owner. Right now I was in the market of the slum district buying two cloaks for myself and Challes.
I wore one myself and put the other one over Challes—and I'd to be the one to do it because his hands were handcuffed and attached to a chain so he probably won't be able to do it himself.
Normally, I would've just let him walk on the street with the half-burned pants he had but since I don't want anyone to recognize us—even when the chances were low, I'd have to do that anyway.