Drake had changed into a clothes that oddly looked like his own, with the exception that they looked cleaned and fresh, as if he hadn't been fighting all day. He spread his hands out to everyone as he walked through, "What can I say? I always knew I had good taste."

A simple black sleeveless shirt was put on Ander, being the fact that he really couldn't change himself, they decided that just a shirt should work. He remained silent.
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Jared was listening intently as Algon described the project they were about to undertake. He even made some equipment to use should he run into Ciskel again. "[i]The next time,[/i]," he thought, "[i]he would be prepared for his simple parlor tricks.[/i]"