His formal robes were gone, replaced by plain dark robes that seemed more suitable for daily wear. A holster bound around his shoulders peeked out from underneath his cape, his new wand held securely within it. Another around his thigh held a series of smallish cylindrical cartridges. She wanted to ask what they held but sensed he might not answer. Likely healing potions. His boots were worn and rugged, the leather creased and bearing smears of dirt and dust. 