There were sets of clothes hanging in the main bedroom’s closet, male and female tunics with a trace of modernism.
As Zax’s clothes were beyond redemption, after getting stained by the Black Chrome Alligator’s blood and gore, he was looking to no avail for a tunic of his size.
Around five minutes after he began to skim through the closet, Zax heard the cottage’s entrance door open and the steps of someone entering.
Observing with his Soul Sense, Zax saw a middle aged woman standing in wait at the ground floor of the cottage, holding a pile of folded male tunics.
Covering his lower half with the towel he used to wipe himself, Zax went downstairs.
From the woman’s patient behavior, it appeared that she was aware of Zax’s presence, yet upon seeing the muscular structure of a young man at
