>>5890065>>5890014Choosing to invest in new clothes is a wise decision, and you decide to head to the general store run by the elves. Collecting yourself, you pass by Avina, who is engrossed in preparing dinner. As you catch glimpses of the shadowy figures in the kitchen, your eyes meet with a tiefling teenager stirring a pot of soup. He quickly breaks eye contact and continues stirring, seemingly intent on acting like you don't exist.
Stepping outside into the twilight, the plaza has emptied, and you notice two half-finished buildings nearby. In one, a human much like yourself is working on construction surrounded by tools, wood, and what appears to be ore. In the other, a red-haired woman is drying animal skins in front of her shack. Judging by the activity, you assume she is a hunter, selling skins and meat. The virgin woods surrounding the area promise both common and rare beasts.
Thinking to yourself, "Farming isn't the only thing I can do around here," you make your way to the general store. Upon entering, you see the elven gentleman, slightly taller but somehow even skinnier than you. He greets you with a sarcastic tone, "Ah, welcome. Our mysterious new frontiersman has joined." He emphasizes "mysterious." "Tell me, what can I help you with?" he asks, ready to assist you with your needs.
"I'm in need of new clothes," you state as you enter the general store.
"Well, we've got plenty of clothes. Let me get just the person to help you out." The elven proprietor shouts, "Aluan, get your ass in here!" A slightly annoyed-looking drow walks over. "No need to shout, Delruth."
"Aluan, help this man get sorted," Delruth points at you. "He needs some new clothes."
"No shit, it looks like you just woke up from a grave," Aluan remarks, walking towards a corner in the general store. "We've got some clothes, and I'm pretty much assuming you're gonna need a full set. You'll pretty much look like any other man in town, but that would be an improvement from your state. No offense," she adds, not even looking at you but at the clothes.
"None taken," you reply. She begins sizing you up, holding different pieces against you to see if they would fit. "Where are you staying at? You've got a relative around here?" she asks while arranging the clothes.
"No, I'm staying at the alehouse for the time being."
"Lucky. When me, Lucas, and Delruth came over, we didn't even have an alehouse to spend the night. The mayor's office was but a shack, and we had to live in a tent for three months, hahaha. We probably didn't look all too different from you... And there, done. I've packed you some boots, two pairs of socks and undergarments, two pants, two chemise, and a woolen sweater."
