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After hours of work Conall then wiped the sweat off his forehead, he gathered all the pieces of the outfit and set it up on a nearby Armour stand, Conall took a few steps back and then examined his work. He nodded with a smirk, rewarding himself with a pint of ale. [!] A bird has dropped a letter nearby, it has a sketch of the outfit inside. Foot soldier skin Commander Skin

Conall takes a glimpse at the poster, it intrigues him. He takes the poster into his hand, and stuffs it into his satchel.