Her words are hard, and harder because he has no idea what she was talking about. Although how likely is it that inter-clan conflict would have had no impact on the surrounding society? Inric makes himself pay attention. She looks angry, but not at him. "Look," she says, more quietly, "I know you have something you want to do here. I know I can't stop you doing it. The best I can do is help you get it done quickly and quietly. So that you go away and leave us alone." "I see," Inric says, and holds his hand out for the items. She reaches forward to put one of them on his head and he starts back, surprised. She scowls, and demonstrates on her own head. "Use this to bind your hair off your face," she says. "It will look more normal." She waits until Inric has tucked his fringe behind the band, then pulled his hood up so his hair is practically invisible, then holds out another piece of cloth. "And wear this," she says. "It's something often worn by, ah, people on a sacred task." It's a veil, which will cover the lower part of his face and probably put people off staring too much. "Thank you," Inric says.