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The pair eventually neared a building which was crammed between two others on the tight street. The two level building appeared to be made of decaying wood and crumbling stone, yet appeared to be sturdy enough. There were few windows, all barred, all small, all grimy. The man quickly neared his door, breaking his monk like gait as he crammed a key into the door opening. As the door open, the sign above the door rattled form a gust of wind. It read, 'The Bow and Arrow' and had a picture of an arrow engraved onto the sign.

"Well this is my humble home." The man muttered, opening the door to the woman who had been following. "Now hurry up and come in before some little street tear decides to take the very cloths off your back.

The interior of the shop was dark, and had an odd scent of animal musk and wood. There were a variety of baskets on the floor, holding a variety of arrows and quivers, as well as hooks on nearly all of the walls, holding bows. In the back of the room there was a simple counter, and a chair. Behind it was a set of stairs leading upward, and hidden behind the counter was also a trap door to Korbin's basement where he kept his...special wears.

"My home and shop, which happens to be in the city of Loghedge. You know...a typical fortified city, complete with the castle and the spires of the masonry buildings." Ezekiel said simply. "Now as far as the cloak is concerned, It isn't much, after all its not worn to keep up appearances, just to keep out the cold as I test my arrows. But, I'm sure that Ill be able to find something for you, though sadly it will be made of smelly animal hide. Your have to take your coin to a tailor if you want to look noble." The man rolled his eyes at this. "Then again, I doubt you have any coins, let alone a home here. Tell me about where your from, and how you got here. If you haven't realized this yet woman, you are obviously not from this land." Yet his eyes slowly gravitated to the odd items she had, her cloths, the bulges from her pockets, other items...things that were worth money to the right buyer. Time to cut to the chase, after all, he had better things to do today. "Of course...I may be able to help you get assimilated into our culture for a price..." He smiled. "And don't worry, nothing involving your body, rather I'm sure you have some items you can part with for some coin, yes? A bit of shine can do wonders."

"Fine." Korbin said. "Coren...was it?" And although it was a question, he dident even treat it as one. "But your cloths are not fit for a woman of this..." He blinked, she had said 'back then' was she from another time? "Time. And if I were to kill you and take your items for myself, couldn't I have just put an arrow between your eyes?" Although, as their time together dragged on it seemed like a better and better idea. "Ill be blunt Child, you stand out. And that...is something that will attracted allot of unwanted attention, perhaps from people who will slit your throat. But, if you don't want my help, the door is behind you." He smirked, waiting. Of course if she didn't accept well, then he knew a friend in the clergy who may give abit of coin to meet a traveler from another time. After all...that was witchcraft, wasn't it?

Oh this woman was annoying. Assuming that he could be a figment of HER feeble mind? Bah, not a chance of that. "If its a dream then...shouldn't you know what I meant?" The man said, smirking slightlly. "And if its a dream, cant you control whats going on? After all it is written that once one realizes they are in a dream that they can control what happens in th dream..." Slowly the man reached into his own cloak and pulled out a dagger, perhaps used for skinning animals. "And if its a dream, you cant get hurt, can you? Now, lets get all of this idiocy out of the way and see what is going on. Please, hold out your hand. I will p***k it. If theres pain, this is your new reality and you should accept it and put on something more fitting. If you don't feel any pain, well then, Ill wear a dress, do we have an agreement? " Hopefully the little wrench would fall for it...or at least stop acting like a complete incompetent moron. After all, they could trace her back to him...and that meant there was a chance his other business could be discovered...

And that wouldn't do at all.

"Fine, do you want the old nasty one I gave you, or would you rather one made of better hide?" The man asked before grabbing her wrist. "I don't want you flinching and cutting off a finger." Then, aptly the man pressed the knife down into the palm of her hand before pulling it out a few seconds later. It left a small wound, which was slowlly starting to bleed. He smiled down at his work before looking up at Coren. "So do you still think this is some sort of twisted nightmare then?"

"What in the gods names dose ******** mean?!" Korbin asked yet again, anger detected in his voice. "You use so many words that I do not know, or understand in the manner of how you use them. But..." He calmed himself. "This is your reality. Ive heard rumors of people coming here from another time, maybe thats you. Maybe not. But no one has managed to go back yet, so I suggest you get used to your new life here." Of course he didn't add in the bit about them turning into monsters...after all to imagine this woman twisting into some sort of harpy...

Well okay, that wasn't too far off, but he would be killed perhaps, or at least punished for his attitude.

"Now give me a minuet to get you a decent cloak." The old man muttered. "And then we can discuss how much gold your be earning with whatever you want to pawn off to me." The man the quickly left her, turning and then heading up the stairs behind the counter.

After a few moments Ezekiel returned from his upper quarters with a rather stunning cloak made of tanned hide. It was a light brown, almost resembling tanned deer hide. It seemed to even have a few simple fur designs on the exterior, and on the interior, was actually lined with a thick fur. "I do abit of tanning on the side, sell the creations to the various noble shops around. Its not hard, just a matter of matching, and adding a few things to make it appealing to the eye. Yet...this cloak is worth abit, and I really hope you have something worth of trade...and a few other things worth some coins to get you started. Also, Ill throw in a location of an inn for free, to repay you fro the nasty p***k I gave you. Then again, without that, your mind would not have awakened from the lie you were putting yourself in." Korbin then offerd her the cloak. "Here." It was, by far the best one he had ever made. Hopefully, the garb would entice the woman to share with him some special things he could sell to a few collectors.

"Hmmmmm..." Korbin reached down and took the watch with a smile. Yes, this was clockwork...and to the right person be wroth allot. It diden't seem to work, yet...well, some idiot would pay more then enough for it, that was for sure. The other things...well they were exotic that was for sure, and he would find a buyer eventually. Greedily he took all of the items with a smile, then stopped upon her offer for work. She was like the others who had items of value...perhaps she could make them apart with them easier then he could. "Yes...I think that you would be perfect for a job...perhaps you could talk with the others of your own kind and get more of these things for me..." He held up the watch. "After all, there are many who will pay quite abit of gold for such...trivial things. I will of course pay you enough for you, and perhaps a few of your friends to live off of." Of course, he didn't say how well. "Dose that sound fair enough to you?" Ah yes...this was why he didn't kill her.