From behind them, the bell above the door chimes to announce a new arrival. It's not often that Trahearne has need of fabric, considering he doesn't wear normal clothes, but it does happen on occasion. Today, he needs new curtains. Duibhe had torn up his current ones in the process of learning how to fly, and he had put off replacing them far longer than he should have.

Normally he'd be quite content to browse the selection while the shopkeep was busy, but Trahearne had barely taken a few steps into the store before stopping to stare at the other customers. The Fool was most times quite impossible to miss, considering his usual attire, but that other man was - Devin? He seemed quite intent on invading the Fool's personal space, too.

Trahearne doesn't say a word, not yet. He already felt entirely too awkward.