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

dead doves are delicious, do eat.

[curzed]

You provide me a wealth of targets! If I must teach even their bones fear and silence, then perhaps this will be worth my time after all.

As reluctant as I am to divide such a delightful prize as your false divines and King of Eyes (and perhaps the Locusts in his wake!), if it proves beyond my ability alone to carve extinction into their fates, my brother and his wolves will gladly accept my invitation.

I can share if I must.