"Huh? Why the different look? I don't think that was placed inside your closet, was it?" Lyrian inquired, noting the change in Leon's attire.
Leon pushed himself off the wall, a stern expression on his face. "It was. I specifically requested to wear this, instead of..." He scrutinized Lyrian from head to toe, his gaze lingering critically, "That."
Lyrian couldn't help but feel a slight offense at Leon's tone, arching an eyebrow. "What's with the sass?" he retorted.
"This is the formal attire of my culture," Leon explained as the trio started walking through the halls toward the banquet venue, "That," he gestured toward Lyrian's attire, "is the formal attire of the casual noble. I'm not going to associate myself with them in any way, if possible."
Lyrian adopted a nonchalant tone, "I suppose that's true... but I don't see it as that big of a deal."
