[There'd be a flash of color and the tinkling of a bell as a young man would flourish a scarf in front of Wen, the most colorful, intricate looking one he could snatch up from the stall. He'd been told that if he helped sell enough scarves he could earn a pair himself, and he was so very eager for that.]

The rarest silk, the finest dyes of blue, and golden threads woven in dizzying patterns. Sir, you certainly deserve the best, and this is the best scarf you'll find in alll of Aldrip.

Wouldn't you agree?