You don't want to be rich. You know what the rich have done to the Living Earth. But you'd like a pair of pants that don't smell like blood and fur. A quick scan of the aisles turns up lots of nice stuff that won't make you look like an extra on Riverdale. You scoop up a button-down shirt, a Buffalo University hoodie (gray), a pullover (dark blue), and wool slacks. You'll still freeze to death like this, but after a few more minutes of browsing the aisles, you find tall black boots and a long winter coat the same color as the cat-spirit. Scarves are cheap, and you even find a pair of herringbone-patterned gloves lined with artificial fur on the inside. What else? Ah yes, undergarments. And now you almost feel like a normal person.
The clerk glares at you the whole time. The People of the Map will never trust you. Ignoring those hard, cold eyes, you also buy a lighter, some maps, a roll of toilet paper, and some plastic baggies in case the snow turns to rain. Then you pay and get dressed.
But as you spot your shockingly normal reflection in a mirror trimmed with flaking gold leaf and sort through your remaining money, you realize that one of your folded bills contains a receipt. Banicki Gunworks in some place called Northampton.
Oh damn, a "clue." You've never actually "found a clue" before. That's pretty cool. You can't call the place since you don't have a phone, but it's time to hit the streets and learn about that saddle.
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