"Look and see," He says instead of explaining, and tosses the bundle at Adasse. It's a pair of gloves, soft doeskin, without fingers, embroidered around the cuffs with green thread like little vines, or leafless branches, "Now I might not be much for cities, but I was born in the Free Marches and it gets cold enough that even a master thief might like something to keep his hands warm. I meant them for Beleth."

He admits it a little sheepishly-- although even a cursory examination could tell that the gloves are nothing like her size. Errors were made, so it would seem, but much to Adasse's benefit.

"But I think they might suit you better."