"Here, Link, what do you think of this one?"
I turn around wearily and look at what Hunter is wearing now.
No. No no no no NO.
IT'S A CRAVAT.
I'm sorry, but this is just ridiculous. Apparently I was stupid enough to let Hunter drag me along to find some clothes that would impress Malon. Six hours and countless death glares from shopkeepers later, and we're STILL trying to find something he'll settle for.
Hunter ruffles the cravat and gives it an experimental flap, before turning to the mirror.
"Hunter, you can't be serious. Please, please tell me you're joking," I say.
He frowns, adjusting the ghastly thing once more. Din help me, he's found something he actually likes, and it's TERRIBLE.
"Look, Hunter, that has to be the most ridiculous piece of clothing I have seen in my entire life."
He slams his palm into his forehead in frustration, and begins to chew me out.
"Link, I brought you along so that you could help me choose the right gear, not insu