After a short walk toward the west wing, the trio climbed the warmer staircase leading to the first floor. In one of the corners was a room, and the sound of mechanical sewing could be heard from the outside. The maid beckoned them to follow, and the sound of a bell interrupted the workers as the door opened. 

"Pardon the intrusion, Master Mario. But The King's Guests want to see you.

[b]"Ah about time, don't bother to sit, I will be there shortly." 
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A tanned, bald man peeked from behind a large, hand-cranked sewing machine before showing himself to the group. He was probably as tall as Solomon, with wide shoulders and a pronounced, muscular physique. His clothing was nothing unusual people often attributed to clothing artisans; they were just a shirt and khaki trousers.

[b]"Nice to meet you. I am Mario."[/b] He said, voice booming, but polite as any Royal staff would. His posture was straight, his gait dignified like a disciplined military sergeant. Immediately he eyed Cedar and removed his eyeglasses, showing a pair of eyes that were apparently misaligned and heterochromatic. 

[b]"Master Cedar, isn't it?"[/b] He said, his demeanor changed slightly when he beckoned his assistant to push a rack where what seemed to be large, single clothes stretched. It was black and some streaks of white, with silver adornings. One might say it was a typical elegant doublet often worn by courtiers alike but with its size quadrupled.  

[b]"To work on this particular request is challenging. To say the least. So I'd play safe with this one."[/b] he said, rushing his breath. 
[b]"Black is gentlemanly, ornamental use of metal buttons, and decorated leather to emphasize elite status, and you don't have to wear anything too garish to complement it. It is, Master Cedar, is a uniform best worn as is." [/b]

The Bear's stammering seemed to make the tailor's smugness grown. 

[b]"Of course despite 'best worn as is', Gentlemen still need a perfect undergarment for it. Embroidery, no matter how small or well hidden they are can still cause itch. And The Gentleman surely doesn't want his fur sticking out of his doublet."
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His other assistant presented several white buttonless shirts folded neatly on a large metal tray. The tailor picked one and beckoned Cedar to feel the fabric. Or even wear it straight. 

[b]"Sadly such type of clothing does not allow for extravagant decors, but it will definitely serve its purpose. Made with thread combined with silk. It's smooth, strong... comfortable to wear. Suitable as nightwear after a long banquet. Or just as everyday clothes. [/b]

The bear seemed to be at a loss for words, and the lack of raw expression of gratitude or admiration didn't bother Mario a bit. To serve a various array of customers was already a homer for him, from kings, nobles, and now... a druid. It was the experience that matters the most. 

He clapped his hand and ordered the accompanying maid to call the other maids to help deliver Cedar's sizable order to his room.