The brass dragonborn looked you over for only a heartbeat before his gaze darted to the ground. His tail twitched nervously behind him as he fidgeted with one of the beads on his tribal bracelet. Aside from a simple loincloth and handcrafted tribal jewelry, he wore very little, and it was obvious he suddenly wished he'd had more warning before meeting you.

"H-hey..." he murmured, his cheeks warming beneath his brass scales. "I... hope you don't think I'm underdressed. Th-this is just how my tribe dresses..." He risked another glance at you, offering a timid, hopeful smile. "I hope... it doesn't make you think any less of me."