A number of long grey hooded cloaks, as unremarkable as they are practical, hang in the wardrobe. The folds of the fabric, combined with vertical stripes of varying widths and hues of grey, do little to draw the attention; only that a half-dozen identical cloaks hang in the closet seems out of the ordinary. Appearing to watch the room from their perches, pairs of antique brass winged serpents twine around minitaure staves, clasping each cloak to its hanger.
Three woven rope belts hang on a hook in the door. Hung from carved wooden hangers, the line of a dozen plain grey robes fills almost half the space in the wardrobe.
Three pairs of comfortable leather sandals stand at the ready beneath the robes. Well-worn creases in the seasoned leather attest to the roads these sandals have known, the many paths explored, the footsteps followed.