I'm Kaveh, actually, first and foremost. I'm also an architect. [ it's said with a self-deprecating little smile, the kind that speaks to a not very funny in-joke. but kaveh continues as he navigates them past rows upon rows of blacks and silks and cotton composites: ] I just happen to have had a very good tailor. He never stopped complaining about how my torso was just a little too short, and my arms a little too long. The man was a miraclemaker, which made up for how often he threatened to never tailor for me again. But because of that, I learned a thing or two about textiles and how it ought to fit on a man's body.

[ fire, though. something about the emphasis suggests to kaveh that it isn't just a mere figure of speech. protection against pyro energy has always been a priority in sumeru, given the abundance of greenery and the textiles that they have reliable access to. it's just lucky that the rainforest is too humid to allow for unattended fires to catch on too quickly. it suddenly has kaveh wondering what the fire prevention systems are like in a city like this. he hadn't looked into it. it could be relevant.

still: the swatches before them are the kind of lightless monochrome that speaks to technical design. kaveh stops at a display with a thoughtful hum. unloading his own armful of textiles on the case, he reaches over it so that he can take out another set of ties. ]

Ah, for you, I'm thinking something like this. [ his fingers skirt over the material, and then, holding it up, gives roland a critical look-see. ] A bit of subtle elegance, but it doesn't take up the entire show. It's also a little easier to clean if it gets dirty. Try it on; there's also a skinnier version, and I can't tell if it'll look better on you or not if it's not modeled.