OOC: Continued from here.
Contrary to popular belief, winter in Arakmat was quite frigid. The desert made all temperatures extreme, so instead of the normal sweltering heat, Arakmat's citizens had to withstand icy temperatures and biting winds. So this brightening in the bazaar, it was no surprise that vendors were showing off their warmest and thickest cloaks, coats, scarves, and head wraps.
"Fur cloaks for pretty lady?" piped up a young boy, running up to Valanthia and Elmaryia as they approached. He was carrying a huge fur garment on his back, draped over him so that he almost looked like a beast himself... but his cute face gave him away. Through his long black hair, one could make out a wild grin missing one or two teeth. His shirt's buttons were misaligned and the garment was patched in several places. Were it not for the fur wrapped about him, he would have been close to freezing.
"Very cold," he explained, nodding.
"Need to keep warm!" The boy gestured over to a nearby stall, where a woman who might have been his young mother or older sister was calling out to passerby. Behind and around her hung a variety of lush-looking cloaks and furs of all types and colors. Though her clothes weren't in as bad shape as the boy's, they were still tattered. One might very well wonder how the family could afford to sell furs of this quality when their own clothes were in such disrepair.