3rd of Winter, 514 AV
Early Afternoon
Aoren had taken a look at himself that morning. He had taken a look at the tattered linen shirt made dull with years of wear. He had taken a look at the worn trousers that, while comfortable, had definitely seen better days. His boots were dusty and he was certainly in need of some new ones. Aoren wouldn’t call himself vain but he did not take pleasure in looking like a bum. Wearing worn clothing was one thing while doing hard labor, that he had no problem with but he couldn’t stick to wearing all of his finer robes every day. It was time for an update to his wardrobe.
So he’d dressed himself as best he could with the cleanest simple clothes he owned. A black linen shirt with black leather pants that he tucked into his boots to fend against the cold. Once dressed he’d set out for the city proper in search of a store to find more casual and fitting clothes. His searching had lead him to a shop that had come highly recommended in terms of the quality of its clothing items. He was surprised to find it given that during his first few days of exploring the city he’d gone in search of more suitable attire.
“Well, not that surprising. I didn’t really know the city that well.”
He still didn’t know the ins and outs of Riverfall quite yet but he was certainly more familiar with it than he had been. Before him stood an unassuming building covered in ivy. It evoked a sense of simplicity but from what he’d heard that was part of its charm. A cold gust of wind had Aoren bracing himself against the cool temperatures with a slight shiver. He ducked his head making his way up to the door of the shop taking note of the clothing on display in the window. Taking hold of the handle on the door he opened it entering the cozy interior. Aoren took a look around the inside of the shop. What immediately struck him was how out of place he felt. Shops devoted to clothing and finery weren’t something he visited often and while most of the clothing he saw on display were rather practical in their appearance he would need some help.
“Hello?” Perhaps the shopkeeper was tending to another client. Aoren went over to the section where it seemed the male clothing rested. He picked up a shirt and immediately realized that much of the clothing present would likely be tailored to fit the body of an Akalak. While Aoren was certainly not average in both stature and musculature he couldn’t match them. The truth was he really didn’t know where to start. His wardrobe tended to consist of very simple clothing and he didn’t purchase new articles often. Usually he ran his clothes into the ground making them last for years. Which was exactly the dilemma that had brought him into the shop that day.
“If there’s a god of clothing, I need their help.” He muttered to himself. Aoren picked up a pair of trousers that were most decidedly too long in the legs to fit him. Folding up the trousers he placed them back. His search, he felt, would take some time.
Early Afternoon
Aoren had taken a look at himself that morning. He had taken a look at the tattered linen shirt made dull with years of wear. He had taken a look at the worn trousers that, while comfortable, had definitely seen better days. His boots were dusty and he was certainly in need of some new ones. Aoren wouldn’t call himself vain but he did not take pleasure in looking like a bum. Wearing worn clothing was one thing while doing hard labor, that he had no problem with but he couldn’t stick to wearing all of his finer robes every day. It was time for an update to his wardrobe.
So he’d dressed himself as best he could with the cleanest simple clothes he owned. A black linen shirt with black leather pants that he tucked into his boots to fend against the cold. Once dressed he’d set out for the city proper in search of a store to find more casual and fitting clothes. His searching had lead him to a shop that had come highly recommended in terms of the quality of its clothing items. He was surprised to find it given that during his first few days of exploring the city he’d gone in search of more suitable attire.
“Well, not that surprising. I didn’t really know the city that well.”
He still didn’t know the ins and outs of Riverfall quite yet but he was certainly more familiar with it than he had been. Before him stood an unassuming building covered in ivy. It evoked a sense of simplicity but from what he’d heard that was part of its charm. A cold gust of wind had Aoren bracing himself against the cool temperatures with a slight shiver. He ducked his head making his way up to the door of the shop taking note of the clothing on display in the window. Taking hold of the handle on the door he opened it entering the cozy interior. Aoren took a look around the inside of the shop. What immediately struck him was how out of place he felt. Shops devoted to clothing and finery weren’t something he visited often and while most of the clothing he saw on display were rather practical in their appearance he would need some help.
“Hello?” Perhaps the shopkeeper was tending to another client. Aoren went over to the section where it seemed the male clothing rested. He picked up a shirt and immediately realized that much of the clothing present would likely be tailored to fit the body of an Akalak. While Aoren was certainly not average in both stature and musculature he couldn’t match them. The truth was he really didn’t know where to start. His wardrobe tended to consist of very simple clothing and he didn’t purchase new articles often. Usually he ran his clothes into the ground making them last for years. Which was exactly the dilemma that had brought him into the shop that day.
“If there’s a god of clothing, I need their help.” He muttered to himself. Aoren picked up a pair of trousers that were most decidedly too long in the legs to fit him. Folding up the trousers he placed them back. His search, he felt, would take some time.
