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[highhealplz]

[ There's a scruffy, friendly-lookin dude front and center here, sort of recognizable as the slightly older, longer-haired version that used to go around being stuffy and formal. This sheepish smile is pretty uncharacteristic of him from back then, though. ]

Hello! I'm Ashraf. I was here a while ago, co-director of the transport-run clinic? [ He offers a wave. ] So hello again to anyone that knew me. I'm sorry in advance if I don't remember you very well, it's been about fifty years on my end! [ says the guy who doesn't look a day over 20 ]

So, anyway— I figured this could be a long shot, but... does anyone have a way with clothing?

[ Here's where the sheepish smile makes a triumphant return. He pulls up a pair of beautifully embroidered robes, obviously expensive, but currently full of violent-looking rips, tears, and a bullet hole or two. There's also some bloodstains left over from attempts to wash them out. ]

I tried, I really did. At this point, I think it's going to take magic to set these straight. Or a whole new set, maybe. So, um... any takers? I could pay!

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[highhealplz]

[ It's sort of strange to be so... clinically scrutinized. But if that's how Kirian wants to go about it, that will be fine with Ashraf. He grins a little, nodding over to the robes over the chair. White, gold, and red, with a touch of brown. ]

What about brown, too?

[dawningsun]

You are rather fond of those robes, aren't you?

[He steps back, walking to the chain and holding the robes out. Terrible, ratty things, weren't they? Bloodstained and with holes. No, that wouldn't do at all.

The pen was making a quick note of the rough designs of the robes.]

Very well, then.

[highhealplz]

A little. It's a design specific to the Church of Prontera, so... [ He trails off with a shrug. Tradition??? ]

[dawningsun]

Prontera? Is that your home city?

[Curious.]

I'll see what I can do, in that case. You're a priest, I take it?

[highhealplz]

[ Cheerfully: ] A high priest. [ it's the difference of a lifetime, ok ] But you're right, yeah.

[dawningsun]

High priest, very well. I'll see what I can do.

[He puts the robes down, frowning slightly at them.]

I suppose I should measure you, and then we can see to the matter of this gem you mentioned. Or is the tea nearly done?

[And by "tea" he means "dinner" because tea is a meal don't you know.]

[highhealplz]

Oh, right! I almost forgot the gem.

[ He pulls a blue gem, about palm-sized, out of a pocket. He tosses it hand to hand, catches it behind his back, and flips it over with a quick grin. (DEX priests. Showoffs.) ]

You see what you make of it, I'll get the tea ready.

[dawningsun]

[Yes, yes, that's all well and good. Kirian rolls his eyes and holds out a hand.]

I'll see what I can do.

[As Ashraf is busying himself with the tea, Kirian holds it in his hands, and he makes a gesture. The gem floats between his palms, motionsless but glowing for a moment, and then disintegrates.

A small, glowing wisp of magic and a pile of dust is all that's left in Kirian's hands.]

Well, it seems I've made something of it, but not much.

[highhealplz]

[ He glances back, a tiny bit concerned to see that the gem has just vanished. Man. Those things aren't inexhaustible. He turns back properly with two mugs in hand, setting one in front of Kirian and taking a seat across from him with the other. ]

Is that enough? [ His brow knits. ] Or do you need more?

[dawningsun]

That depends on what you wanted. I'd need more to enchant a weapon, but this should do for clothing enchantment.

[He takes a sip of tea and nods appreciatively.]

[highhealplz]

Well, lucky us, my weapon is just fine. Robes are all I need.

[dawningsun]

Good, then. What were you looking for, exactly?