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located in Amstra, a part of Mundus alter || Remake, one of the many universes on RPG.

Amstra

The largest region and also the most urban. Amstra is home to the largest amount of the population, the largest city, and uses its vast amounts of flat land to farm and produce most of the food for the continent's population

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Character Portrait: Amir Taheri Character Portrait: Mordred Morrela
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The silence that followed after Amir finished wasn’t that comforting. Maybe Hassan was right, he should have tried to tone it down a little bit, maybe not have been as vulgar, or gone about it a differently than he had. He wasn’t good with sensitive situations or being gentle as Hassan had put it. He watched as Mordred slowly seemed to pull himself together, though the entire time the boy was staring at him, making direct eye contact. It was when Mordred finally did look away did the silence feel that much more awkward. They walked in silence as the boy continued to lead them to their destination and Amir tried going over how he could have gone about the situation in a better way.

It was then he found that they were in front of a small looking clothing boutique. It was small, but homely looking, as if he was excepting someone close to him to be inside waiting for his arrival. The inside was just the same, the sounds of the street damped by the walls and clothing that surrounded them, but the layout was organized in such a way that he could tell the tailor was skilled. Talented people had a knack for making even simple things look extremely eye pleasing.

Amir turned when a small, older, woman greeted Mordred. He allowed them their reunion, clearly the two were close friends. It was nice to see that the boy did have friends in the city, after his mini breakdown it seemed that Mordred had very few people that he could call a friend. Mordred could prove to actually be a good friend, something Amir himself didn’t have a lot either, something he wouldn’t mind too much. He straightened a little bit as started to be addressed by Mordred.

“Amir, this is Cassandra, the genius behind my clothes.”
Amir gave a polite nod to the older woman, but as she addressed him he leaned forward as she in faux secret passed him some more information on Mordred. Amir felt himself smile as he looked up at Mordred, he didn’t miss as the boy purposely avoided eye contact, but didn’t verbally note it for now. If it kept up he’d apologize for what he had said earlier as he hadn’t actually meant to offend the boy. “I knew you had an eye clothing Mor, trying to hold out on me you fucker.”

“You always know how to wound me Cas. Amir, why don't you look around, see if there's anything you like here, I think Cas and I are going to have to see if we can whip up something between us to surprise you.” Amir quirked an eyebrow as the old woman sized him up like a piece of meat, the second time today someone had looked at him as if he were a prey animal, but this time he found he didn’t mind it too much. [b][color=#b03f02]“You kids go have a blast, I’ll be here.”

He found himself laughing as the small woman eagerly dragged the boy off some where to hopefully make some magic. Amir himself turned to actually examine the interior of the store. There was clothing stacked everywhere. It was chaotic, yet organized clothing stacked everywhere, and when Amir ran his fingers over the fabric he could tell they were made out of quality materials. He examined a mannequin, taking in the elaborate design of the clothing and the complexity of it all. In Gnaji clothing was stylized in the town and you could find one or two higher end clothing retails, but almost all clothing was variation of the white robes he wore. It was simply because the clothing design was best suited for the desert, light weight, but thick enough to keep the sun off your skin. Most diversity came from the accessories people wore, in Amir’s case he kept it to the simple and cheap golden bangles. They didn’t get in his way and when throwing a kick or blocking a sword proved an asset in battle.

The clothing in Amstra, was all in sets of multiple parts. There were trousers, simple enough, but the mannequin in front of him was decorated with belts, one functional, the rest decorative he supposed. The mannequin wore a deep purple dress shirt, and a long white white that reached just below the knees of the black trousers. The mannequin was donned with a few metal necklaces and finally a black top hat and with a purple feather sticking out of it. Everything about it seemed restrictive and Amir suddenly felt apprehensive about changing from the comfort of his robes to anything that even looked vaguely like the mannequin.

“Amir, this would look good on you.” Amir turned to where Hassan was perched on a piece of wooden table with no fabric on it and a bright red garment pinched in its beak. He walked over and snatched it from the bird and held it before himself. It was the color of Hassan, but maybe an even more saturated red if possible with impossibly puffy sleeves and ruffles going all the way down the front. He shot a look at his beast, but pulled it on over his robes anyways. It was a size too big and even without looking in a mirror he could tell he looked ridiculous, so he might as well go all the way. He began skimming the store for random articles to fit his vision, Hassan chirping at him every once in awhile to add something.

When he was done Amir was sure he looked a right mess. He had slipped a floor length plaidweave skirt on that’s main color was a sickly yellow, he had the red puffy skirt still on with a bright green scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. Amir had just happened to spot a collection of accessories and was sporting the most handsome of monocles and had finished the look with the black top hat that he had seen on the first mannequin with the white coat.

“What do you think Hassan, am I to die for?”