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Kaethul --> Miss Naya


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In a quaint alterations boutique tucked away on a cobblestone street, the atmosphere hums with the gentle sound of needle meeting fabric. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea, wafting from a small pot simmering in the corner. At the heart of the shop, bathed in the warm glow of flickering candlelight, sits the master tailor. With weathered hands and keen eyes, he meticulously stitches together a masterpiece, his needle dancing gracefully through the fabric like a conductor directing an orchestra.

 

The tailor's workbench is a testament to his craft, strewn with spools of thread in a myriad of colours, golden thimbles, and delicate pins arranged in precise patterns. Behind him, shelves sag under the weight of bolts of luxurious fabrics—velvets, silks, and brocades—all waiting to be transformed into garments fit for nobility. As the daylight fades, casting long shadows across the room, the tailor's concentration remains unbroken. Each stitch is a labour of love, a testament to centuries of tradition and skill passed down through generations. With every tug of the thread, he breathes life into his creation, weaving together threads of history and artistry to fashion a garment worthy of the ages.

 

Outside, the world carries on with its hustle and bustle, but within the boutique's walls, time seems to stand still. Here, in this sanctuary of craftsmanship, the art of hand-sewing reigns supreme, preserving the beauty and elegance of a bygone era for generations yet to come.
 

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Miss Naya B. is hereby commended for her diligent upholding of duty and stalwart heart in the face of adversity and personal crisis. As a continued protector of Kaethul, she is awarded a small token of appreciation.

 

- A handcrafted Mastercraft (Outfit - Skin) [Bought from Teeylin]

 

Signed, Yera Silveira,

Overlord of Kaethul, Master of the Hidden Tower, Magister of Hohkmat

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