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The man who swept into the room bore a strong family resemblance to the Tajaki sisters. He had the same brown eyes, facial features a bit more like Mai than Jun, the same long black hair hanging loose nearly to his knees. His clothing style was softer than the Months’, nothing leather, all soft fabrics. His loose-fitting black leggings gathered a bit at the ankles, bunching up over his black slipper-like shoes. He wore an ivory-colored tunic with wide sleeves that extended past his knees, although it was slit at both sides up to his hips. As he walked closer, his own phalanx of six tribunal enforcers in formation behind him, Scout could see that the tunic, which had appeared plain from a distance, was actually intricately patterned with a thread the same color as the fabric, a subtle e
