He shook his head. "Can't do, friend. I work with armor and weapons, not fashion design." He picked up a stray robe and picked it up, running a hand through the fabric. "I could always try, though, as long as you give me materials to infuse."

The robe was back on the floor, only more neatly this time. "If anyone needs me, you'll have to ask around for Ales..

Waiting for response from the others, he turned to Midna. "Never got your name. How long have you been here?"