The Shopkeeper nods, before pulling the dark bundle off of the shelf and handing it over. It's darker than pitch black on the outside, and star-speckled on the inside, and the fabric is eerily cold. Even when ruffled, it doesn't make a sound.

"Keeps ya hard to notice in the day," he says. "Makes you impossible to find in the night. Even the forest will struggle to keep it's eyes on you. Just be careful, whatever you plan on doin' with this. And if something tears it, bring it to the Trader. She'll fix it right up."