Right. That particular tidbit should have been obvious to Evian - with how much the tiny goat-woman had been chiding him about eating meat, of course she'd have a problem with leather products. Though even he had to admit that leaving the fur on the gloves was in poor taste - or bad craftsmanship, since from what he knew that should have been removed during the tanning process. Evian sighed slightly and shook his head, turning his attention to the clothier.

"She'll prefer cotton clothes, or possibly wool or hemp." He might have suggested silk, but while he could see one or two pieces of clothing made from that, silk would have the opposite effect from what they intended. "Also, a wide brimmed hat." The woman hummed, her eyes darting between the odd duo, and Evian gave a simple shrug. "As for me, yes. A tunic and trousers, in earthen hues. Not a fan of bright colors honestly."

Also, he lived primarily in the woods. Vibrant tones would stand out just a little bit. The woman nodded, and set about collecting some clothes to fill their order. As the proprietess bustled about, Evian noticed that Celandine seemed to be almost itching to get away - not from the store, though he could see a clear dislike - but towards something else with the way her eyes kept darting in a specific direction. She barely noticed when the rosy-cheeked woman mentioned their total.

If she maintained that kind of focus and disdain - well. She would probably need to learn to hide it a bit better. People who didn't eat or use animals in their professions or daily lives were exceedingly rare. And most likely well off, because going hunting for small game was cheap. Free, even, if you knew how to make basic gear from foraged and gathered supplies. A wood and flint arrow wasn't much, but it would down a grouse just the same. Easier to provide for yourself and your family too. Evian knew he himself wouldn't be able to live on that kind of lifestyle - but he also did literally live in a camp in the woods.