Tiberius nodded. Staying alive would wholly hinge on his ability to avoid conflict. Normally, he wouldn't have given the matter any more thought, but his red eyes, pale skin, and fangs demanded he did. How could a weak Argonian Vampire stumble around Solsthiem without drawing attention?
Kivuli began rummaging through a large satchel, and produced a full set of armor a moment later, dropping it in Tiberius' lap.
"Here, this should do a better job of covering you than those torn bits of cloth. Hood will help against the sun too."
Tiberius nodded, "Thank you. But are you sure you want to give this to me? Don't you need it?" He took a moment to examine the armor, his eyes taking in the fine details of the set.
The armor was obviously that of the Dark Brotherhood, and it primarily consisted of black leather. The set gained its trademark appearance thanks to a number of crimson highlights, and metal studs. It was probably of a tighter fit, to dampen the sounds of movement. The set also boasted a masked hood, no doubt to keep an assassin's identity secret, and a pair of gloves.
While it wasn't incognito, it was far superior to what Tiberius wore, and he found himself indebted to Kivuli once again.