"Hyen, your attire awaits," a Netherkin presented a robe.
The robe, a dark brown canvas with black accents, was quite distinctive. It boasted long sleeves in an olive green hue. Unlike the typical loose robe that draped the body like a sheet, this one was form-fitting and sleek. The tunic was adorned with many sharp lines and angles, bestowing a slim and dangerous appearance. It radiated a rich and earthy tone. Dark gloves and boots were also handed to Arlo.
"HA…HA…" Sven chuckled heartily at Arlo's new attire as he donned the robe without protest.
Once clad in the robe, Arlo noticed the Lizardfolks and Netherkins all kneeling before him, chanting the tale of the sage and his Lizard.
With a facepalm, Arlo dismissed them, deciding to depart for Ghoul land as the sun ascended to its zenith.
The blistering heat drove Sven and the others to seek solace in the cool ocean water.