Ouslanders Garb

South Room

[Ouslanders Garb]
All of the clothing and accessories in this room of the shop appear to be from warmer climes. You also see the clothier Turask Maldib.

Welcome to Ouslanders Garb!

The clothier Turask Maldib offers his catalog to browse.
Turask exclaims, "Greetings stranger, have a look around!"

  Catalog
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  1. a white turban                       7. some bloused red silk pantaloons
  2. a white turbaned helm                8. a white silk burnoose
  3. a black turbaned helm                9. a black silk burnoose
  4. a red turbaned helm                  10. a red silk burnoose
  5. some bloused white silk pantaloons   11. a white linen haik
  6. some bloused black silk pantaloons   12. a mithril kaskara

Clerks

Red McKrieg

Tall even by Giantkin standards, Red McKrieg wears a head of hair and a full beard that make the reason for his nickname obvious.  Although not as powerfully built as some of his race, his size and trim physique make snide comments about his linen shirt or great kilt seem unwise.

Red steps over and picks up a kilt that was left in a heap by an earlier customer. With a surprising efficiency of motion, he refolds the kilt and places it back on the stack.

Wearing a flowing mane of flame red hair, and looks that mark her undeniably as the proprietor's daughter, an attractive young woman with bright green eyes and an impish smile emerges from a doorway at the rear of the shop. Pausing just long enough to set down an armful of new sporrans and to hand her father a steaming mug of tea, she kisses him on the cheek and vanishes back through the door. Glaring about the shop, Red's expression suggests that any comment at this point is probably not worth the risk.

"Ha' ye seen that highroad?" asks Red. "That's whot Giantkin c'n do wi' the right leader. It's a shame ol' Telimnar's reign was ended by that curse."

Turask Maldib

Dark complected, yet clearly of elven extraction, Turask Maldib stands straight and tall, a benign smile on his face.  Wearing a white turban, an intricately embroidered green vest over a tan doublet and bloused red silk pantaloons tucked into low-cut orange boots, Turask appears to know quality, but nothing of fashion.