Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-25808351-20161211055146

(I definitely chose Artorias.)

"First things first gents, you need new threads."

Sometime later we are standing outside "The Perfect Fit" clothing store. Inside a a roaring hearth burns away as a little Dwarf sows at the counter. She hums a small tone as she diligently works. Her tiny hands make it ease for her to do precise need work. As the door opens it knocks a bell that hang above. The Dwarf looks up to see us.

"Oi, Mr.Jaghund! Pleasure to see ya again. Tell me, what is it today?" She ask.

"Menady, I need to get these two fitted for some fancy new duds." I wave my thumb back forth between Ibrahim and Praetor.

"Ok, I'm sure I have somethin nice in their sizes. But first I need measurements. Both of yous get your arms out and you big guy, get out of that armor. Or if you know your sizes rattle em off." I hope off her stool and briskly walks out from behind the counter.