Isaera smiled, an air of mirth upon her face. "You have already spoken to the tailor of this outfit. However, I fear it does not sustain itself for very long, and I would not recommend it for mass production, nor uniforms..."

The slight elf grabs just one of her bags, either content to let others carry the rest for her, or, well, she'll get around to carrying them one at a time. "All the more reason to change out of it and don some more.. normal attire. I would have to see the rooms before I feel like I could choose any. I am sure they are most comfortable," she says dryly, now some doubt certainly in her voice.

"But for now, I suppose any will do, if only to put our things inside and have a few moments alone."