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Wheaton's Whelp
Gesturing towards his garb, "Harbek, my plumage may be a bit drab, but even you must admit I'm beyond the coo's of a pigeon. More akin to a mourning dove. Elegant, yet trashy." Smirking at his dwarven companions, Galinndan saunters up, arms slightly extended to show off his recently purchased leathers. The mixture of brown hide and studded metallic grays were a step away from the flashy costumes he'd wear during performances. Quickly peeking around the neighboring side streets, "Either of you see the big guy around?"