"[Turn around]," Ilman ordered. "[Let me see]."
Khan couldn't help but feel a bit on the spot. He believed he had grown used to fame and attention. He had even hosted a tournament in front of a massive crowd, but that specific situation gave birth to some unfamiliar anxiety.
Nevertheless, Khan complied, facing Ilman to show his attire. He had donned one of Ilman's dark grey robes retrieved from the Niqols' ship, and the two had done their best to adjust it to fit him. The clothing was casual and comfortable, but the situation added an official vibe to it.
"[You look like a proper Niqols]," Ilman proudly approved, slamming his hands on Khan's shoulders. "[We even adopted the same style. We truly are lifelong friends]!"
Khan felt the urge to complain, especially about Ilman's unnecessarily loud voice, but the truth was evident for everyone to see. Due to a twist of fate, Ilman had also adopted sleeveless clothing, matching Khan's latest style choices.
