Chronicles:The suit maker

In a quiet corner of Union's Haven, a door knocks on a pair of semi-rusted gold bells. The ring alerts the store keep, Samuel Kayden, that someone has entered his store. At the time of his visitor's entrance, Samuel was at his desk reading, it was a good book. An old Sundish book about chivalry. He closes the book and takes off his reading glasses.

The visitor takes a look at the store, the entire right side is filled with fabrics of different colors, designs, and materials neatly stacked on shelves made out of polished dark oak. Next to them were even more shelves, this time containing swatch books filled with more fabric. The left was unfortunately messier than the right, with racks of clothes in different stages of readiness on hangars of mannequins.

Samuel Kayden was a unique tailor. He was a sought-after one for his skills in the art of bespoke tailoring. On the wall behind his desk was a collage of framed pictures detailing famous people who had visited him for clothes to be made. High-up Fengese corporate businessmen, Arsytian Councilmen, even President Elizabeth of Barenia had paid him a visit.

His prices weren't high either unlike others in his field. The only problem is that his location wasn't exactly public knowledge. The business was off the grid, its location spread around by word of mouth or the most inquisitive of folks. He didn't like the internet, too much of a hivemind, too much greed, too much deception. His determination to earn Kauris' forgiveness to wash away his previous sins was all he needed to make it work.

It was the only way, it is better to be clean than comfortable. His past haunts him and the bandages that cover him from head to toe leaving no skin visible apart from the area around his eyes remind him of that.

"Are you Samuel Kayden? It took me a while to find you." The man asked, he did not look like he was from here. The features of his face pointed to him being from the Union State's neighbor down south. "Yes I am, what do you need to be made?" Samuel says beginning the all too familiar process.

"I need a suit to be made, just one." The tailor gestures for him to sit in an area consisting of 2 chairs and 1 coffee table as he grabs his tools. "What is the purpose of this suit sir?" Samuel asked standing at his library of swatch books and fabrics. "A wedding."

An audible 'hmm' came from Samuel before he decides on a couple of swatch books containing fabrics perfect for such an event. He sets his tools down before his customer on the coffee table and sits on the free seat across from him reaching out his hand for a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you, mister...?"