It stems from something seen before arriving- something seen in what should have a short, uneventful walk from inn to estate- and the presence of the Templars means he cannot unburden himself. But the initial storm fades once he turns his head from the view outside the window.
"Come, Galadriel, do not tell me you have worn anything readymade in at least five millennia." He tosses the number out without thought- seemingly without thought, but he's more than willing to engage in a little Templar-baiting.
He adjusts the cuffs of his jacket. His own sizing is a difficulty, and the stinginess of the quartermasters to give things out to elves leaves him left to his own devices to acquire what he needs. He's doing well for himself, but they would have gained much with kindness.
"There are seamstresses for whom I have a letter of introduction. I have received indication that their work is ... acceptable." They are elven, in less words. They will not be able to match what he wore in Mirkwood, but little could- ten years spent making a garment here is something near a third of a lifetime.
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"Come, Galadriel, do not tell me you have worn anything readymade in at least five millennia." He tosses the number out without thought- seemingly without thought, but he's more than willing to engage in a little Templar-baiting.
He adjusts the cuffs of his jacket. His own sizing is a difficulty, and the stinginess of the quartermasters to give things out to elves leaves him left to his own devices to acquire what he needs. He's doing well for himself, but they would have gained much with kindness.
"There are seamstresses for whom I have a letter of introduction. I have received indication that their work is ... acceptable." They are elven, in less words. They will not be able to match what he wore in Mirkwood, but little could- ten years spent making a garment here is something near a third of a lifetime.