Expedition: Frozen Bloom Jan 10, 2019 0:21:53 GMT
Post by Laoren on Jan 10, 2019 0:21:53 GMT
Laoren was surprisingly the sort to be self-conscious about her dress. It made sense considering that 50% of the reason she entered civilization at all was to shop for new clothes, but it was honestly the sort of flaw that a person of her age should have gotten over by now. She resolved to be a little more dignified as she sat at a table in a popular traveler's tavern alone, sitting up straighter.
Of course, Glaciara could draw that sort of feeling out of just about anyone who was from elsewhere. Though not everyone wore garbs of amazing quality, near every outfit she had seen on the way in from the train had been adjusted for quality of presentation. Armors were cut to accentuate the wearer's features while remaining functional. Merchants wore furs that seduced lookers-on with both their flattering styles and their cozy warmth. Even the local urchins had immaculate posture whenever they were standing still, or at least when they remembered.
Laoren's was no slouch in the clothing department, with her white jacket and purple tabard complementing her pale features while being serviceable for snow camouflage. Still, coming into Tescaula's capital, she had to admit she could do better.
The most shabby part of her appearance, and what might have been the cause of her out-of-place sensation, was the crude wooden sign that she'd placed: "Help Wanted: Dungeon". Laoren knew from experience that even just this simple sign would be enough to draw attention from an Outsider, but even outside of Glaciara, it would have been embarrassing to sit in the local pub with this grade school-tier signage. She cleared her mind and focused on the reckless adventurer types that hopefully might pass by the frozen country.