Nessa rolled her eyes. "That thing does have clasps, you know." Nessa wasn't really terribly modest, either, but the amount of attention Sheer got from men was annoying. Not that Nessa was jealous or anything. It just got in the way of accomplishing missions and other very practical reasons, that was all.
She pointed at a merchant stand up ahead of them. "That.. looks like some sort of clothing.." She made a face. It was lucky She'era didn't have a shred of modesty, because the thin white fabric the shirts were made of was less conservative than a lot of underwear Nessa had seen in her day. The strange dyes on them proclaiming 'I ♥ NY' were unlike any crest she'd seen.
Nessa reached for her coin pouch, but started when she didn't feel it. In it's place was a small folded piece of leather. She stopped, letting out a stream of curses as she ripped open the leather folder. Inside there were strange paper notes and pieces of some substance she hadn't encountered before. "Your magic ate my gold!" she snapped, getting a few strange looks from passersby.