Cuthbert had enough funds to cover the cost of Valen's new outfit. Upon arrival in Madison Valley he'd had everything taken care of by the woman who he'd assumed ran a lodging-house but who it turned out considered herself his guardian. That matter was sorted now, thank the gods. Them and Cesare Borgia. Since then he'd bought his own clothes, food on occasion, that gun he intended for Cesare, and plenty of bullets, and the church had provided the rest. He was careful with his coin, at home he would have been in trouble were he wasteful. This was a larger expense than most, mayhap, but he was still convinced that it was the right thing to do. He'd taken the garments Valen picked out for himself and handed over the money in exchange.
It wasn't really money, was it, only a collection of promissory notes issued by some bank, far less dependable than proper coin. Folk here seemed to trust it, though. Payment made, he'd waited for Valen to go back into one of the little dressing rooms and put the clothes on again, and when they left the store together, Cuthbert smiled. 'There, that's a fair sight better,' he said. Better than his nightclothes, to be sure, and if the garments looked odd to Cuthbert's eyes, then so did everyone else's, including at times his own. 'I'd rather we visited a proper tailor, but it looks like that isn't how things are done here, and so we'll have to settle.' He hardly thought Valen was likely to complain about it, in any case.
Finding that he wasn't entirely sure where the next stop ought to be, he turned to his companion again. 'We might go to the church directly,' he said, 'or walk about town more.' He didn't know how badly Valen's leg pained him, and dragging him about the place on a tour might not have been a kindness. 'You might talk to the clerics about the matter of your soul, may it please ya.' It wasn't Cuthbert's business and besides he still didn't understand the faith here well enough to make pronouncements on it. It wasn't his own. 'My own concern is rather that they give you a safe place to stay in a time of need, as they did for me and many others here besides. It's dedicated to...what at home we called the Church of the Man Jesus and here they call Christianity, but it's not my particular belief and they won't care overmuch if it isn't yours. They're decent folk.'