>Then it would appear a clothing store should be our first stop. And while a veil of charisma and gloves of lock picking would be nice, best not to get sidetracked looking for things to improve future jobs until we can be sure we HAVE future jobs. So any clothing store that appears to be within our budget will do.
>And if there's none in the immediate vinicity, then keep an eye out for one while we travel in the direction of a greenhouse.
>You spot no clothing stores in your immediate vicinity, so you carry onward towards the greenhouse you visited with Kyouko last week ? or at least do your best to locate it again. The busy crowds of Val Razua do allow you to blend in more easily, despite your face-concealing getup, and the coolness of evening makes the cloak a little less uncomfortable. Though your navigational abilities start to feel a bit on the fritz after 15 minutes walking without spotting your destination. It
was in this general area, wasn't it? Or were you supposed to have gone left on Claremont? What street are you even on now?
>You glance around for the nearest street sign and have trouble even spotting it at first; it takes until you are practically beside it before the hazy blotches of white resolve into letters you can read. Wicklow Street. Was that... You don't actually recognize that one.
>While you are trying to get your bearings again, you pass by a squat row building, its brickwork faded and even a little crumbling in places ? this does not seem to be a rich part of town. But what catches your eye is the crowded rack of suits and dresses pressed almost up against the single shop window. A boldly-lettered sign hangs above, looking more than a little faded itself.
Donovan Clothiers. Dapper at a Discount.>Everyone
says their prices are good, of course, but it doesn't look like this place can expect to attract a wealthy clientele either; maybe they're even being honest?
