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Lucinya just smiled warmly to her apology. It was no matter at all to her, her feeling as though Tear had nothing to be sorry for. It wasn't prying, it was just two mages getting to know each other. But, Lucinya had the feeling she was from a very different social climate than herself. She was forward and open, like book waiting to be read. Maybe she had nothing to hide.
"There are a few clothing stores and tailors. Sadly, nothing to fulfill our refined tastes." Lucinya says with a heavy sigh. "At least I know a few magical spells to turn materials on hand in to various articles of clothing... Dressing like a peasant does not befit a Mage, does it?" She says with a cheeky smile. "If you've skill with a needle, I'm certain you could make your own clothes as well... But yes, there are a few clothing stores around. But they're all wholly functional clothes or armor, and not particularly pretty looking."
Noble Scion
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"Business is fine. A bit suffering on account of others suffering. This damn sickness what's taking hold here has gotten to some other hunters n' trappers who fill my stockpile with all sorts of goodies. " Cecil replied offhandedly, reclining in his wooden chair, gazing up at the ceiling.
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"There are a few clothing stores and tailors. Sadly, nothing to fulfill our refined tastes." Lucinya says with a heavy sigh. "At least I know a few magical spells to turn materials on hand in to various articles of clothing... Dressing like a peasant does not befit a Mage, does it?" She says with a cheeky smile. "If you've skill with a needle, I'm certain you could make your own clothes as well... But yes, there are a few clothing stores around. But they're all wholly functional clothes or armor, and not particularly pretty looking."
Noble Scion
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"Business is fine. A bit suffering on account of others suffering. This damn sickness what's taking hold here has gotten to some other hunters n' trappers who fill my stockpile with all sorts of goodies. " Cecil replied offhandedly, reclining in his wooden chair, gazing up at the ceiling.
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