"Outside a nearby town you can see a pile of what seems like a colorful fabrics. Someone is huddled within a thick cloak beside their table of colorful produce. As you come closer they notice you and wave you over. They clearly seem excited by the very fact that someone is perusing their wares. From the dragonoid you learn that the northern dragonoid folk take great pride in their colorful cloaks and robes which they wear during the winter cycle. He explains that all of these robes were made by him and his mother, indeed the northern dragonoids have almost ancient techniques in different families to dye and craft these robes, all of which look unique and equally visually stunning. He explains that this tradition is based on their celebration of winter, these robes acting as sort of celebratory clothing of sorts. It seems he could talk your ear off about his merchandise and as you try one of them on you notice how incredibly heavy they are. Someone could easily spend an entire night outside with just one of these. The dragonoid almost offers you it for free, but unfortunately his business has not been doing so well as the humans in this town do not have such high regard to his robes as his own kind do."