Meeting a Shaman

As soon as Leon stepped inside the tailor store and glanced at the items on display, his expression was placid. There was neither surprise nor disappointment. The sartorial fashion was as he had expected. 

The Darkmoon Tribe's garments were all made from materials that can only be gained from demonic beast carcasses. Namely, they are bones, leather, fur, feathers, and scales. 

If there was one thing he had to point out about this store, it was not quite the tailor store he was expecting. It was more suited to be called a light-armor store. 

There was no such thing as garments made solely for the sake of covering oneself. Everything was created with the word 'protection' in mind, whether it be for defensive purposes or simply to keep your body warm from the cold.

"Welcome to the best tailor store in town, esteemed customers. Here, we have—Ah, Big Brother Goldenrod! Welcome, welcome. Are you here to buy the leather guards you've been eyeing?"