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Leonel tightly wrapped the last band across his forearm and made sure that his turban was in place. He looked like quite the Arabian prince right now if he did say so himself. 

According to the system of the Dream Pavilion, the different colors of turbans represented different things, but truthfully he couldn't be bothered to give a damn. He had suddenly become the Pavilion Head and none of that other stuff mattered, so he just took a black turban for himself. 

His wrists and ankles were tied by matching black fabric, and there was also another matching piece of fabric in the form of a cloth belt around his waist. 

Other than that, his clothing was quite loose. A set of white linen that felt so light that it truly might have been made out of clouds. There were some faded images of clouds floating across it, but Leonel had chosen a far more subtle option.