Today was a special day. The clothing that was requested was completed. Took a couple of days but thankfully the store was nice enough to give him a rental. During these couple of days he made sure to be on his good behavior. Whenever he was out he made sure not to get in any direct confrontations. It was only a two day process. First day was measuring and design ideas. The second day was magically crafting the suit. It was quite something too watch really. The tailor was more than happy to let Roman watch part of the process. Not all of it however, still needed to have a bit of mystery behind it.
Roman stood on a pedestal looking at himself in the mirror. He rubbed the scar left on his body. He said nothing as he looked down at it. A reminder of his weakness and near death experience. His mind drifted off for a moment. Memories of a time passed faded in and out. He could still feel the pain in his chest and the sensation of fleeting life. It brought a smile to his face. Why a smile and not a frown one may ask. It was very simple. It would be the thing that served as a turning point in his life. It broke him out of his complacent nature. He had become comfortable in the life he lived, and it made him weak. Things needed to change, or death’s sweet embrace awaited with open arms.
The sound of the tailor walking back into the room snapped him out of his day dreaming. A shorter man came out with a bundle of neatly folded clothes. It took a few moments but he found himself in his new look. The tailor walked around Roman to make sure nothing looked off. The older man took pride in his work, this represented him so he made sure it looked dashing. Roman took a moment to really take in the new attire. It felt like something was missing.