Robin had been trying to get a read of Phalanx behind him, of course, even while he performed his little exchange with the drummer. It's good to know which parts are more worrying to them--since they're going to run into a lot of scary-looking characters, but significantly fewer drummers of any kind.
"Follow me," Robin says, even though he doesn't have to. He takes their hand again, leading them around the side of the tent and in through an opening that reveals the chaotic innards of this makeshift tent.
Calling them a tailor or a clothier would be doing a disservice to those fine, upstanding industries. At first glance, this appears to be the interior of a garbage pile, with things sitting in unsorted mounds and bits of fabric and metal and ancient, warping plastics hanging off of rusty nails hammered along the questionably-stable frames of the structure.
There are some candles burning here and there, placed on little shelves and bits of furniture that may or may not actually be for sale. There's also an impressive mound of fabric scraps in one corner that sort of topples over onto a mattress that is also half-covered in blankets, making it hard to tell if that is part of the store or if it is just where someone sleeps at night.
It's dim in here, despite the candlelight, and the air is stuffy and warm... But it smells surprisingly good in here, like a dark tea or some kind of herbal remedy, directly contrasting the confusion around them.
Standing in the middle of this, leaning on a stool and blatantly yawning, is a pale, thin man in what is unmistakably a long, black dress with a high collar. His hair is cropped short and dyed this sort of muddy red color. When he notices the both of them there, he turns, revealing both dramatic eye makeup and the fact that half of his lips are missing.
The left side of his lips, specifically. There is a slit where his mouth still appears to open, but but it doesn't seem like that half moves very much when he talks.
"Ah!" is his startled reply, "Robin, I wasn't expecting anyone in here this early..."
What little sluggishness was left quickly disappears in the face of curiosity, as this stranger leans back to get a look at whoever Robin has dragged in behind him. "And who is this?"
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"Follow me," Robin says, even though he doesn't have to. He takes their hand again, leading them around the side of the tent and in through an opening that reveals the chaotic innards of this makeshift tent.
Calling them a tailor or a clothier would be doing a disservice to those fine, upstanding industries. At first glance, this appears to be the interior of a garbage pile, with things sitting in unsorted mounds and bits of fabric and metal and ancient, warping plastics hanging off of rusty nails hammered along the questionably-stable frames of the structure.
There are some candles burning here and there, placed on little shelves and bits of furniture that may or may not actually be for sale. There's also an impressive mound of fabric scraps in one corner that sort of topples over onto a mattress that is also half-covered in blankets, making it hard to tell if that is part of the store or if it is just where someone sleeps at night.
It's dim in here, despite the candlelight, and the air is stuffy and warm... But it smells surprisingly good in here, like a dark tea or some kind of herbal remedy, directly contrasting the confusion around them.
Standing in the middle of this, leaning on a stool and blatantly yawning, is a pale, thin man in what is unmistakably a long, black dress with a high collar. His hair is cropped short and dyed this sort of muddy red color. When he notices the both of them there, he turns, revealing both dramatic eye makeup and the fact that half of his lips are missing.
The left side of his lips, specifically. There is a slit where his mouth still appears to open, but but it doesn't seem like that half moves very much when he talks.
"Ah!" is his startled reply, "Robin, I wasn't expecting anyone in here this early..."
What little sluggishness was left quickly disappears in the face of curiosity, as this stranger leans back to get a look at whoever Robin has dragged in behind him. "And who is this?"