[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/303645471333810177/321534524594847747/58a05e5162bfff3328cfcc7df52fcaca.png[/img][/center] [@PaulHaynek],[@Silver Carrot],[@1Charak2] [color=FF5353][b]"I-I...er..."[/b] [/color]Magnus started, flinching a bit as the new blonde woman started approaching him rapidly. Was...was wearing a shirt that important? In all his life, Magnus had never once seen his father wear a shirt...or his mother for that matter. Did a strip of cloth for modesty's sack not count? He thought his waist cloth would be enough, genuinely about to grovel for forgiveness from the saintly looking woman before another new arrival chimed in. [color=FF5353][b]"Erm...i-its the latter...horns...make shirts not last long."[/b][/color] Magnus said quietly, gently touching the top of his scalp self-consciously, the two bright red sharp horns still protruding skywards. He'd need a massive neckline in a shirt just to fit them through without tearing it apart. Most humans weren't anywhere near Magnus' size, so finding a shirt that he could just purchase was next to impossible, and it didn't especially bother him all that much. He'd seen his sisters topless all the time...but then again the would-be adventurers always seemed to look away when they saw them. Huh. Now it started to kind of make sense. Connecting the dots, Magnus clapped his fist into his open hand, thinking he understood: Women were embarrassed when men were showing their chests! That must explain all the stares and giggles ladies were giving while he was in town. Suddenly getting very red in the face, Magnus removed his helmet, bovine ears flicking up and down. [color=FF5353][b]"I-I'm sorry if I'm...indecent. I-I'll try and find a shirt, I promise."[/b][/color] the towering Minotaur said in a quiet voice just before Bart broke it up. Food time was...a good distraction. [hr] Magnus was digging into a hearty leg of boar, before his ears perked up, hearing Bart's question on him talking with the dwarves. Well, dwarf in his case. [color=FF5353][b]"I-I talked to one about some personal matters...I'm glad Freyr wasn't here, since he...seemed to not like his species much."[/b][/color] Magnus said, self consciously looking at Rebecca, hoping she wasn't still upset about him being topless. His helmet lied beside him, glistening a bit from the lights within the building. Adjusting his sitting posture a smidge, Magnus smiled happily, feeling like...this place was a lot more home-y now. Remembering that he hadn't gotten a chance to thank the small girl that had joined for earlier, Magnus looked in her direction, saying [color=FF5353][b]"Um...thank you for earlier...I-I'm not so good with words when someone's mad at me."[/b][/color] as he bowed his head. Realizing he hadn't introduced himself, despite her having said her name. [color=FF5353][b]"I'm Magnus...nice to meet you Miss Fallure."[/b][/color] he said, a small smile on his face, figuring that since he'd heard of many a Monstrous woman looking more like a Monstrous little girl, he'd do bees to address her with respect, more than treat her like a child. After all...not many children could walk all the way here and get in with Bart's approval. [hr] [color=A9A9A9][center][h2]The Dragon's Dressmaker[/h2][/center] [/color] [@Eviledd1984] [color=E0FFFF][b]"A-Ah, that one's erm...230 pieces."[/b][/color] the tailor said, averting his gaze the minute that Maria looked at him. If Maria inspected the coins that she'd been given, she'd see that they seemed to be of a far different mint than the ones she'd have normally encountered int he world...this currency was old. But, given that this place seemed isolated, it was likely the currency of choice here. Regardless, Nephele had given her more than enough, though not quite enough to afford both Nephele's dress and the one Maria fancied. She could likely come back with the reward though, since it was unlikely that Nephele would pay her little, given the pile of gold she slept in. [color=E0FFFF][b]"If I may though...white certainly seems more your color."[/b][/color] the man chimed in, noticing that she'd eyed the long and white gown. [color=E0FFFF][b]"That one is 190 pieces, buuut...I could arrange a discount of 100% off if you answer a question for me."[/b][/color] he said, leaning over the counter a bit, a bit more serious than he had been a moment ago. [color=E0FFFF][b]"How did you get through the fog here? Nobody's passed through in...seventy years I think now? And you just show up for a dress...I'm more interested in words now than your coin."[/b][/color] The young man perched his chin up on his right fist, clearly intending to listen if she offered to tell him about...well, how she got through a thick veil of fog that apparently had kept people out for over half a century. [color=E0FFFF][b]"...Ever since the Cave Dragon cursed this town forever, my father, his father, and his father's father have been stuck here. So...if there's a way out, I wanna know."[/b][/color] ...Only one Dragon around here that Maria was aware of.