A long cloak, colored in the shimmering grey of a distant summer thunderstorm, hangs in the wardrobe. The irridescant folds of the fabric reflect the light intermittantly, with an uncanny resemblance to heat lightning and summer clouds. Appearing to watch the room from their perch, two glimmering winged serpents twining around a minitaure staff, clasp the cloak to the hanger.
A woven rope belt hangs on a hook in the door. Draped on a carved wooden hanger, the silvery-grey threads of the long robe hanging there seem to capture and reflect the light until the robe itself seems to shine with the light of the full moon.
Burnished leather sandals stand at the ready beneath the robe. Well-worn creases in the polished leather attest to the roads these sandals have known, the many paths explored, the footsteps followed.