Day 02 - Plaid

"That's quite a pretty top you've got on, Ariela."

"Aw, well thank you, Lady Calista."

"I've never seen anything like that pattern." Even dressed in mercenary's armor now, she leans over the bar only very politely, legs crossed and hands folded. "What do you call it?"

"This?" Ariela pinches just below her shoulder with a free hand. "It's plaid."

"And the cut is lovely too..." Dreamy-eyed, Calista admires the novel garment.

"Sure is! It's something a little different - keeps the regular patrons from peering after me, if you know what I mean."

The pub's noisy, but with this, they're content.