Soren

Soren is a mature, collected individual with a certain ageless quality about him, as if time's reach will never be able to grasp him. He spent his earlier life traveling extensively and always seems knowledgeable on any subject that comes up, though maddeningly he rarely speaks about his time before joining the clan. The tidbits he does occasionally let slip, however, give the impression of a decidedly colorful past.

He walks with a limp, the scars on his left hind leg evidence of some younger folly or danger braved. Whenever anyone asks him about it he only smiles mysteriously and smoothly guides the conversation to a different topic.

Soren is a skilled tailor, able to make a garment or accessory out of any material. He prefers a minimal amount of fabric in his own wardrobe, though the aversion doesn't extend to his work. He'll happily measure, cut, and sew whatever material he believes will be most comfortable to his clients while best matching their needs.

Though he's officially only a tailor, in charge of creating and altering clothing to accommodate the variety of sizes found in the lair, he also freely gives advice on style if asked. He appreciates fine fashion, but his primary goal is to insure his clients' happiness. If what they like is a seemingly random selection of mismatched colors, so be it. As long as they're satisfied with their choices he considers the job a success.

If he finds himself low on certain supplies or in need of a particular item for his work he'll let Sandstorm know, and without fail the travelling snapper will always have what he asked for the next time he returns to the lair.





Apparel needed for outfits:

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