an aid to laundry troubles

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[At some handwave-y time shortly after the closing of the Story, a note in an workmanlike cursive hand goes up on the bulletin board:]

If you need a change of clothing, I can make simple tunics and trousers that won't disappear.

Find me:

[A simple doodle of Illarion's face follows: Pointy ears, long hair, blindfold (or veil), malar stripes. Enough to go on when most of the Library is human.

It is signed below the doodle with an eye-and-feather symbol. No name.]

IC UPDATE:

[A few hours after the initial post goes up, an additional sheet of paper is appended to it:]

Payment is not necessary but if you're one of those who can make or find permanent items, you can bring one of the following:

- Fabric
- Thread or gut
- Head/round knife
- Awl
- Leathering needle
- Raising hammer
- Pliers
- Portable anvil
- Hides or leather

NO glitter. We have plenty.

Comments

thanks now he has an existential crisis

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[That is ... not actually a bad point she has there.

He had not thought at all about asking for any form of remuneration for what he was doing. Nor expected it.

That would be normal if he were at home among his own people and providing a necessary service -- though he'd never been needed as an artisan; there were others better than he.

It would be -- normal -- among the Unearthed, who acted as cogs in a machine without desire or need. Whichever of them could do something did it and expected nothing in return.

He might be broken.]

Good point.

Don't know what anyone would pay me though. There's not anything I need.

[Including, strictly, someone to protect his non-existent virtue and debatable good nature from being abused. But ... this person's ferocity is at the very least interesting.

(Maybe amusing. If he could find things funny.)]

If it ever becomes a problem, I'll come to you first.

just one more service she offers

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[Yeah, that happens, if people actually listen to her. She occasionally knows things and sometimes they are correct things.]

I mean that's how most warlords get their start. Get people owing them favors and stuff without currency. [Aspirational???]

So like, uh...maybe just put a pin in that idea for right now. Just saying it's never bad to have people feeling like they owe you something.

[Listen, when you're small and nearly glow in the dark, you get tough or get squished. She ain't squished. So consider your honor: GUARDED.]

You better. I've dealt with some creeps before.

"think about your life, think about your choices" as a service...

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I did use that one a time or two myself back when I was Warlord.

Asking the living to owe me favors seems like it gets back to the wrong order of things.

Jokingly.

[He will definitely regard the ferocity even more highly once he meets her.]

I don't doubt.

So what will I owe you for that favor, if I ask it, o Warlord?

Those who can't, teach or something like that

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Listen, all I'm saying is you give shit away for free and people will start to take advantage of that.

And there's a word for people who take advantage of dead things.

[Probably several but she's trying to clean up her act]

Also you sure do talk a lot for a guy who says he's dead. You sure about that?

[JUST SAYIN'.]

Oh no, that's a freebie. I hate people getting taken advantage of. [Been there, done that, burned the tee shirt.]

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"Living," I'd hope. Everything still alive relies on what's dead to feed it one way or another.

[He's recovered his mental footing enough to get melodramatic about the situation.]

But point taken.

Yes. No heartbeat, no breathing. Definitely dead. Still moving and talking by an unfortunate circumstance.

[Dead in many of the ways that mattered!!]

Thanks, in that case, for the course correction.

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Um. I mean. Okay? Not the word I was thinking, but sure.

[That's what she gets for trying rhetorical questions. ] ....make us sound like mushrooms but ok.

Nothing personal but I'm an actual doctor and that's not technically possible, unless

uh.[oh no. Rauth was right. All this time. No, no don't freak out. Keep it CAAAAAASUAL. ]

So. You know.

Whose.

Uh.

Whose soul are you using? [It wasn't technically necessary: Rauth had had no soul but it was worth asking. Rauth also had a pulse, tho.]

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I hope you're not eating your food still alive, but to each their own.

My own. Why I'm still a person. If I had part of someone else's we wouldn't be having this conversation. Would be trying to eat you alive.

Ghouls don't think much.