an aid to laundry troubles

[unsheathedfromreality]

[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

[aetherweaver]

True. I suppose I'm used to making armor for adventurers, hah.

Either way I can at least keep stuff covered for people.

[unsheathedfromreality]

And people covered with stuff.

[That's all Illarion sends for a long while -- maybe an hour or two.

Then an addendum appears:]

Sanguinius can get us materials.

[aetherweaver]

Sanguinius can? Wonderful. I'll be around in the working area anyway, once I can get the door to open to there.

I'll be glad to make whatever you need out of whatever we can cobble together.

[unsheathedfromreality]

I have a very large amount of red silk now as a demonstration.

[There's something a little ragged about his handwriting now. Weird.]

Let me know when you find the door.

[aetherweaver]

[Interesting...]

I just got it.

[And indeed, he walks into the crafting room, tucking his journal away.]