"I did, yes," Tonic agrees, though he's clearly not certain what he heard. Still, he walks across the tent again, ending up near Phalanx as he looks through another pile of things that is slightly more organized than the chest full of bags.
He moves through a couple of lovingly tattered shirts and long, patchy scarves with rivets and swirling embroidery, picks up a black skirt, holds it up towards Phalanx... puts it back down again. He picks up a second skirt, this one jingling with the sounds of some buckles and belts that may or may not just be sewn on to the damn thing... and nods.
"I think this will do. Would you like to try it on?"
He seems to be talking to Phalanx again, foolishly.
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"You heard them," Robin says, shrugging.
"I did, yes," Tonic agrees, though he's clearly not certain what he heard. Still, he walks across the tent again, ending up near Phalanx as he looks through another pile of things that is slightly more organized than the chest full of bags.
He moves through a couple of lovingly tattered shirts and long, patchy scarves with rivets and swirling embroidery, picks up a black skirt, holds it up towards Phalanx... puts it back down again. He picks up a second skirt, this one jingling with the sounds of some buckles and belts that may or may not just be sewn on to the damn thing... and nods.
"I think this will do. Would you like to try it on?"
He seems to be talking to Phalanx again, foolishly.