Yolin was reading a book while lazying on the bed. She glanced at us then went back to reading. "Back already? That was fast," she commented and flipped a page.
"Yeah," I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "Had a letter from Nilenna to the King," I explained and undressed to my underwear. "The celebratory event is in two days," I informed her.
She nodded.
I stood up and turned to Pokora. "Do you have formal wear?"
The Archer shook her head. "The gear you gave me in Lakeview is the best I have right now," she explained with a shrug. "I've never had the need to dress up."
I hummed in understanding and gave her a look-over, holding my chin.
The Elf wore her usual black sleeveless shirt, brownish leather pants, and black sandals.
"You have no style... or sense of fashion," I pointed out, gesturing at her clothes.
Pokora scoffed. "Well, that depen-" she began.
"No no," I interrupting her, waving a finger. "That wasn't a question."
