T&T

The night hung young, the Mistveil’s fog glowing under lantern light, shops still bustling as dusk settled. His black shirt and pants, a bland hand-me-down from the tavern deal, chafed his pride—time for something better. He set off for the tailor Melissa had raved about, the gnome seamstress who’d fitted her new curves, figuring some casual wear would suit his swagger ‘til he replaced his armor.

The tailor’s shop glowed warm ahead, its wooden sign swaying—Thread & Tide, a quaint nook of stacked fabrics and humming needles. The bell jingled as he entered, the wiry gnome seamstress glancing up from her work, her sharp eyes glinting behind spectacles. “Back so soon, loverboy?” she cackled, recognizing him from Melissa’s montage. “What’s it this time—yer lass send ye?” Steven grinned, shaking his head. “Nah, here for me—need some casual wear. These,” he tugged at his dull black threads, “ain’t cuttin’ it.”

She hopped off her stool, beckoning him over. “Step up, then—let’s measure ye proper. Casual, ye say? Got plenty to suit a brawler like ye.” She whipped out a tape, buzzing around him—shoulders, chest, waist, legs—muttering numbers as she went. “Broad build, fists free—somethin’ loose but sharp, eh?” Steven nodded, letting her work, his mind on a fit that’d match his rising legend.

Steven stood still as the gnome seamstress darted around him, her tape snapping tight across his shoulders, chest, and waist, her muttering a rhythm of numbers. She stepped back, peering up through her spectacles. “Common build, ye’ve got—broad but not bulky, tall but not a giant. Medium size off the shelf’ll fit ye fine, lad, or I can custom-stitch somethin’ if ye fancy.” She waved him toward a rack of pre-made sets, the “medium” section brimming with options—shirts and pants paired for adventurers who didn’t fuss with bespoke. “Browse away—plenty here for a brawler’s swagger.”

Steven nodded, ambling over, fingers brushing fabrics. The Thread & Tide offered a mix—rugged, practical, some with flair—perfect for a D-rank shedding his drab black hand-me-downs. Here’s what he saw, ten sets of medium shirt-and-pants combos dangling from the rack:

Fisher’s Haul Set - Shirt: Slate-blue linen, short-sleeved, with a deep V-neck tied by leather cords. Pants: Dark gray canvas, loose but belted, with a single thigh pocket stitched in fishnet weave. Simple, breathable—dockside tough.

Ashwood Wanderer - Shirt: Olive-green cotton, long-sleeved, rolled cuffs, a single chest flap for stashing. Pants: Brown leather, weathered soft, knee patches in darker hide—forest-ready, unassuming grit.

Mistveil Drifter - Shirt: Fog-gray wool, sleeveless, high collar with bone toggles. Pants: Charcoal linen, drawstring waist, ankle ties—light, loose, a roamer’s ease with a hint of edge.

Tidebreaker’s Grit - Shirt: Deep teal tunic, elbow-length sleeves, stitched with wave-like seams. Pants: Black canvas, reinforced knees, a side pouch—salty, sturdy, sea-brawler vibes.

Craghand Rough - Shirt: Rust-red hemp, short-sleeved, raw hems for a rugged bite. Pants: Tan leather, belt loops wide, scuffed but supple—mountain-tough, no frills.

Emberdust Trekker - Shirt: Burnt-orange cotton, three-quarter sleeves, a diagonal chest strap in brown leather. Pants: Dusky red linen, cargo pockets low—warm-toned, trail-worn flair.

Shadowwave Striker - Shirt: Midnight-blue linen, sleeveless, a single silver clasp at the collar. Pants: Slate leather, slim but stretchy, ankle cuffs tight—sleek, sharp, a night-fighter’s cut.

Saltvine Roamer - Shirt: Pale yellow wool, long-sleeved, rolled hems with green stitching. Pants: Olive canvas, wide belt, thigh ties loose—earthy, breezy, a wanderer’s stride.

Ironbark Casual - Shirt: Bark-brown cotton, short-sleeved, a chest pocket with a horn button. Pants: Deep green leather, soft but thick, knee slits for flex—woodsy, grounded strength.

Stormgull Flyer - Shirt: Steel-gray linen, elbow-length sleeves, a stormcloud embroidery over the heart. Pants: Blue-black canvas, drawstring loose, ankle straps snug—windswept, coastal cool.

Steven browsed, hands brushing each set—rugged linen, soft leather, woven wool—all sized to his “common” medium build, ready to wear off the rack. His D-rank vibe craved something sharp yet free—fists unhindered, a look to match his rising legend without the wait of custom work.

Steven ran his fingers over the rack, pausing at the Stormgull Flyer—the steel-gray linen shirt with elbow-length sleeves and stormcloud embroidery caught his eye, paired with blue-black canvas pants that promised comfort with a windswept edge. “This’ll do for now,” he said, pulling the medium set free. “Comfy, sharp—works.” The gnome seamstress nodded, jotting it down. “Good pick—20 copper, off the rack. But ye’ve got that gleam—want somethin’ custom too, don’t ye?” Steven grinned, leaning in. “Yeah, let’s make somethin’ special. What materials ye got in stock?”

She hopped off her stool, bustling to a back shelf piled with bolts and hides, her voice a brisk chatter. “Plenty to play with, lad—color’s no fuss, I can dye any o’ these whatever ye fancy. Here’s what I’ve got fresh and ready.” She laid out her stock, a treasure trove for a D-rank brawler craving a custom fit:

Materials in Stock:

Mistvine Leather - Supple, lightweight hide from coastal vines, tough yet flexible—ideal for dodging and striking. Naturally pale green, but dyeable. Strong against cuts, a bit stretchy for movement.

Ironbark Cloth - Thick, woven fabric from ironbark tree fibers, durable with a coarse texture—great for shrugging off scrapes. Earthy brown base, takes dye bold and deep.

Crab Shell Shards - Polished fragments from giant shore crabs, hard as chitin but lighter—perfect for plating or accents. Glossy gray-blue, dyeable to shift the sheen.

Saltwolf Pelt - Soft, dense fur from coastal wolves, warm and resilient—adds padding or trim with a rugged bite. Silvery-gray, dyeable for flair.

Seathread Silk - Fine, shimmering silk spun from sea-spider webs, light and tough—luxury with a tensile kick. Pearly white base, dyes vibrant or subtle.

Wyrmskin Scraps - Leftover scales and hide from wyrmlings, small but sturdy—great for reinforcing key spots. Mottled green-black, dyeable to mute or pop.

Glimmerstone Thread - Arcane-infused thread from crushed glimmerstones, faintly glowing—stitches that hold magic or just look damn good. Naturally silver, dye shifts the glow.

Tidebone Plates - Carved from fish spines, lightweight and rigid—armor patches or accents with a coastal edge. Creamy off-white, dyeable to any hue.

Ashfeather Cloth - Woven from ash tree fluff, soft yet tear-resistant—breathable base or lining. Ash-gray, dyes smooth and even.

Kraken Hide - Rare, leathery skin from a kraken’s tentacle, thick and pliable—tough as hell, a premium pick. Deep teal base, dyeable to rich tones.

The seamstress tapped the kraken hide, smirking. “This one’s priciest—rarity and all—but I can mix ‘em however ye like. Shirt, pants, maybe a vest—ye tell me the cut, I’ll dye it yer way and stitch it tight. What’s yer vision, lad?” Steven’s mind raced, the Stormgull Flyer a comfy stopgap, but this custom order a chance to craft a D-rank look as fierce as his fists.