Lua sat in his desk, sewing patiently. It was a skill he had picked up from his father. As a skilled craftsman, his father was skilled at even tasks such as these. Inspired by him, Lua picked up the hobby. Eventually, he had become one of the best seamsters in his hometown.
Right now, he was sewing an essential item for the infiltration. If he wanted to do this properly, he needed to be prepared. An outfit was one of the most important pieces in a deck of cards, something that would blend with the night.
He had primarily used tones of black and grey, ending up with something that was both fashionable and menacing. It blended well with the dark as well as Lua hoped, the light armour not reflecting any light. It was as if there was a void where the uniform was.
Lua began to put on the uniform. He firstly put on the pair of gloves, made out of rubber. They had tiny spikes on each finger, helping Lua climb. They, as was with most of the uniform, were dyed black.
