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[color=a36209][b][h1] [center]Joji Yamazaki [/center][/h1][/b][/color]

“[color=a36209]Of course miss, it would be nice to have some company.[/color]” Joji was a little surprised that the others did not want to participate in burying their comrade. But never the less he was glad to have someone with him. After he had buried Clive, he closed his eyes silently saying a prayer for his fallen comrade. Clenching his fist feeling the rage building up inside of him, he was going kill that ninja even if he died in the process. “[color=a36209]I promise Clive I will avenge you.[/color]” Joji unclenched his fist before taking a deep breath. 

“[color=a36209]Thank you for coming with me Miss, we should probably go back to meet up with the others.[/color]” Joji followed behind  MacKensie making sure they both arrived at the city safely. Speaking up when they were close to the gate,  “[color=a36209]I did, and he wouldn’t escape next time.[/color]” He said in a slightly growly voice, still showing he was still angry. Said to Mackensie he would meet her in the guild, he just need to make a few purchases.  Heading towards the local tailor, He was in need of some new clothing. But he worried getting some new duds would be very expensive. 

Opening the door he looked around the room, feeling a familiar sensation of getting his first suit in his youth. A memory of being escorted by his mentor to get himself fit for a suit. He remembered being extremely nervous, but his mentor assured him he would be fine being a gangster. 

From the corner of his eye, he could see an older short woman walking out of a side room. “Hello, do you need help looking for anything?” She smiled walking closer towards Joji. 

“[color=a36209]Yes, I am actually looking for a custom design. It would be a little different than the fashion around here. Let me draw what I’m thinking, I assume you can do custom tailoring?[/color]” He asked walking over towards the counter. “[color=a36209]Do you got a pencil and paper?[/color]” 

“A pencil? I can give you a quill and paper, give me a moment young man.” She said walking away, but not before giving Joji a side look. Joji ignored this and waited patiently for the woman to return. 

“Here you go.” She handed Joji a quill, an ink pot, and a piece of paper. Joji thanked her and drew up the suit design. Imagining the suit to be exactly the same one he wore when he was alive. The woman was nodding but looked confused by the design Joji was drawing. 

“An interesting design, but I think I could sew this in three days. A day for an additional price. One hundred  silver to be completed in three days, and one hundred to be done in twenty-four hours.” She said setting out her price for such a unique design. 

“[color=a36209]Well, perhaps you would be able to complete the design in twenty-four hours for say fifty silver?[/color]” Joji was using his bartering skills to bring down the price. 

The older woman looked up at Joji shaking her head, “Perhaps I could make sow your outfit for ninety silver.” 

Joji knew he could lower the price a little bit more. But he would have to be careful dealing with this woman. “[color=a36209]I can do sixty silver, and I’ll even let you measure me personally.[/color]”  Joji said hoping that would be an acceptable amount. 

The older woman thought for a moment, With a big smile on her face she nodded her head. “Deal.” She held out her hand for Joji to shake his hand. Letting her measure his body, ignoring the overjoyed look on the woman's face while doing so. Leaving the drawing of his suit, along with sixty silver for the payment of her suit. 

“[color=a36209]It was a pleasure doing business with you.[/color]” He said to which the woman respond by winking at him. 

He felt the woman was trying to flirt with him, but he didn’t help things with his own innuendos. But never the less he felt he got a good deal. Heading towards the adventurer’s guild to meet up with the others. Finally arrived after walking back a few moments later. “[color=a36209]Sorry for the wait, did I miss anything?[/color]” He asked feeling he missed something important.