5th Vhalar, Arc 718
Lucas stood in front of the shop, a clothes shop, the type of which he had never imagined to find himself in. Still there were some interesting events coming up in these new seasons and he supposed it wouldn't hurt to find something new to wear. He looked down at his worn and tired clothing, it was clear to see he hadn't been big on buying clothes. Not until they were literally falling of his body.
Not only was he unsure how you were supposed to go about buying a suit but also he felt completely out of place. He wasn't sure he had ever even stepped foot in the Glass Quarter and if he had it had likely been related to a crime. Still the time had come so he pushed the door open a small bell ringing over his head as he looked up in surprise. Shops in the dust quarter didn't even compare to this place. Lines of perfectly crafted clothes, no art, hung from rails and rested on mannequins. It was like he had walked into a land of fabric.
He paused and looked around awkwardly, he had no clue ho you were supposed to buy clothes or even if he could afford this stuff. Quite clearly he wasn't the richest and these clothes were without a doubt the finest he'd come across. On top of that he was concerned about being mistaken for a homeless thug as a couple of other customers turned their nose up at him and moved to put more distance between themselves and him.
"I am too sober for this." He grumbled as he inspected a rack of what appeared to be women's dresses. So unless he had gotten a wife or some how changed sex over night this was not going to help him. The ex-con continued to browse making sure not to touch anything, afraid he might damage it and be forced to pay. He looked around and his earlier observation was confirmed as people continued to give him a wide berth.
He thought maybe he should just leave, buy something cheap down where he belonged. "I can't believe I shaved for this." Lucas murmured under his breathe as he headed for the door.