Elias dismissed the spear and stood up from the bed, instantly realizing that he had slept naked and that none of his clothes would fit him. He hurried over to his wardrobe, hoping that he could piece something together, but there was nothing there that would serve.
He had grown too quickly, and Elias had not been one for fashion; all of his clothes were either related to work or for practice. He was a good tailor, and with his speed, he should be able to cut and match some of the fabrics lying around for something suitable for him, and with his speed, Elias could do it in three minutes.
He was about to go to the next room as he began picking fabrics, and he stopped. Why should he wear the clothes of a mortal when he was no longer one?
Elias was not prideful, but he knew that despite his advantages, one of the reason he had been able to survive inside the Fragment were the many lessons taught to him by the members of the Order.
