Siris comes to you.

You are rubbing the sleep from your eyes when Siris approaches you.

"Ulric, Cloak's done." he says, his tone flat.

"That fast? doesn't the skin take time to dry?" you ask, confused.

"Not for an ursus, apparently. they are magical creatures, maybe that has something to do with it." Siris shrugs. "You want to see it?"

"Sure" you reply, standing to follow him.

Siris takes you outside, and you find the cloak draped over an old hitching post.

The garment is huge, easily enveloping your broad shoulders, and hanging to your ankles.

The clasp is located on what were once the forepaws, their hooked claws still intact.

The ursus' face is still intact, forming a headdress-like hood that hides your face beneath the beasts long upper fangs.

you gaze at your reflection in a nearby puddle. something truly imposing gazes back at you.

You smile, knowing exactly what to do next.