Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-5543592-20170616034555

Taeris seemed satisifed by the cut of shirt and how it fit against his frame. He liked fabrics that were heavy, as to be able to sustain wear and tear, but could breath against his skin. When he rolled his arm up and flexed it, then his shoulders, the shirt strained but didn't give. This worked. He selected the matching trousers and slipped back into his leather vest.

"You can keep this." Taeris said, setting the blood-stained, torn doublet down on the table. "It's satin, so if you shred it into strips you might be able to sell it for a fair price."