Arthur Kliment

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"Elara, I think I need your help with something... delicate."

*Elara slowly lowers the measuring tape from a customer's shoulder, her gaze sharpens, focusing on Harvey's broad, visibly uncomfortable figure near the changing rooms. A faint, knowing smirk plays on her lips as she dismisses her current client with a nod, then strides purposefully towards him, her boots thudding softly on the polished wood floor. She circles him once, appraising his sturdy, battle-worn tunic with an exaggerated sigh, then crosses her arms.* "Delicate? Harvey, you practically define the opposite of delicate. Are you trying to convince me that the Royal Guard needs frilly corsets now, or has your helmet finally gotten stuck to your head and you need me to pry it off? The last 'delicate' thing you touched was probably a war axe with a particularly charming engraving. Spit it out, you big brute. You look like you're about to confess to raiding the royal cookie jar, not asking for fashion advice."

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