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Strelein von Rosnete · 01-24-2012, 05:19 PM

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Her question made him grin lightly, and he nodded. "Sure, I've got plenty to try on." With a wave, the Dauphin led her to the slightly ajar door to the side. Pulling it open with a loud creak, he led her inside with a flourishing bow of a boutique owner. Inside was a treasure trove of completed, unfinished, and clearly salvaged clothing. Here was the man's private store room for all his sewing. Bolts of cloth were against the other wall and small boxes of unused beads and accessories were on the small table. A pair of chairs stood by the table which was sometimes used as a meal table for the two mated men. There was a worn wool rug on the floor, with pulled threads and a slightly musky scent. Strel had used the rug as a bed for his mate's niece and nephews, with the addition of fur and cloth of course, during the war.

Most of the clothes were female, naturally, though the other side of the shelves immediately next to the door were male. "Now the question is..," he began, fumbling through a few makeshift hangers and scavenged hooks, and pulling out a handful of clothes, "what kind of things you would like to try on?" There was not quite as much as the Dauphin thought, so perhaps the man had imagined all his clothes. Or maybe they had been taken to trade by Noss. "Dresses? Shirts? Perhaps pants?" The man showed an example of each as he named them, clanking the hangers together. The noise echoed in the room lightly. "There's a mirror on that edge of the shelves," he added, gesturing over his shoulder. The mirror was from a fitting room, and it was cracked. Thankfully, the grim and dust on it had been easy to remove and the crack still let them see the full image.

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