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realityshifted2010-04-26 10:57 am
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[Firesong is seated in a corner of the bar, a large trunk open trunk at his feet and a small bottle of wine near at hand. Aya is perched on the open lid, peaking at one of the pieces of clothing scattered over, and around the immediate vicinity of the trunk. Anyone who comes close enough will notice that the clothes appear to be made of very expensive looking materials and are clearly toned down copies of Firesong's own elaborate robes. He picks up a garment out of the trunk and just shakes his head over it]
I suppose I must give them some credit for the effort itself, but it is beginning to appear as if no one in Valdemar has any true sense of fashion or color. If this is all they can come up with, I shouldn't be surprised that everything they wear appears to be a uniform of some type.
I suppose I must give them some credit for the effort itself, but it is beginning to appear as if no one in Valdemar has any true sense of fashion or color. If this is all they can come up with, I shouldn't be surprised that everything they wear appears to be a uniform of some type.