Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150312045445/@comment-29458028-20150312130037

"Uh, pretty lady? You didn't pack for the trip? Well, umm, I got an old fur coat in my satchel, sewed by my mom for my dad, who wasn't too good with Skyrim's weather. If you don't mind, you can umm, wear it. I'm part Snow Elf, the cold doesn't bother me anyway" said Raytheon.

When he took out the coat, it was obviously really, really old. There were bare patches and it looked worse for wear, made out of sabre cat hide.

"It might be too big, even though my dad was a skinny, wimpy mage ... maybe not so skinny, he's about my size. Wanna use it? I really don't need it, but my ma always makes me pack it, ever since dad died of old age."

(Well, Raytheon is kinda skinny (maybe not so...), but he's still about 1.81 meters tall, so the coat might be a bit long...)