Kate's eyebrows go up.

Well, now. She wouldn't have pegged Rachel as a bargain hunter, but that's damn impressive.

"They look mighty fine. An' they'll look better as y'wear 'em. The leather'll get soft an' broken in."

She smirks.

"There's more good news. This fella here's gonna make me a new skirt. I know y'was frettin' on that."

The tailor is pole thin and tall, with long fingers and a crooked nose. It makes his accent, already a thick Celtic hum, slightly unintelligible.

"Ah, miss? Was that a skirt you'd be wantin'?"