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Day 11 of the Garland Moon. 

After so many months, the first major efforts of our alliance have come to fruition. The central market had been rebuilt, bigger than ever and was now open to the public once more.  

To be honest, Micaiah and I had been engrossed in our own 'tactical' discussions that we had barely felt the time go by. Normally this would not have been such a concern had we not realized that we would both have to be present during the opening ceremony and that in itself would require a change in attire. 

The remnants of our armour would no longer be required in a time of lasting peace and so we would set forth to the local tailor to acquire something more...befitting our royal statures. I felt that it would be only right to reassure our populace of our transparency with each others' nations, but I do believe our tailors misheard and had prepared something quite transparent indeed.  

With the ceremony only a few hours a way, I must admit that I had my apprehensions with going out wearing so little, but at least I would not be alone...

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