Elizabeth cursed softly to herself. "... Of course it is." Then she shook her head. "I have very little interest in men's garments. It is not fitting for a woman of my... station." It just didn't sit right with her no matter what she thought about it.

"I was after the furs. I am hoping there was some beast here worth hunting and you would know how to treat it." Sewing, she could do herself. Even hunting, but she no equipment to do that with either. "But if you don't, I suppose I'll be keeping my gold to this 'Gwen'."