[Like water that douses a fire to relieve its heat, so too does the even keel of Haise's complexion seem to temper Achilles' crackling irascibility. Still his frown makes grave his countenance, but he turns his attention from the cowed seamstress to the young man who stands now beside him.]

Haise, son of Sasaki, well met. There is reason in your speech, for I find myself ignorant to the customs of this land which are so different from those upheld by the Achaeans and indeed seem rude to me for that. Yet already I must give coin that I may have a bed to share with my wife and food enough to sate my appetite - why should I give coin too that I may dress in these strange garments, when already those of ALASTAIR have gifted me with a fresh sweet-smelling tunic and cloak?

[Indeed he stands out with his body clad in a tunic dyed a deep red and woven through with rich purple, hues that only the wealthiest of men may boast in their clothes, and his shoulders draped with a finely woven cloak of vivid blue.]