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

[unsheathedfromreality]

[That ... is definitely someone who is out to be Noticed, at least to Illarion's thinking. The Scribe's appearance actually helps his addled brain, giving his old instincts for teasing apart rank and meaning from someone's clothes a reason to wake back up and function.

He is going to steadfastly ignore the last written communication he got, but still wave the newcomer over politely to where he's perched (literally) on a chair.

There is a sizable bolt of crimson silk next to him that he is busily cutting up. Has to be turned into a project of some kind of he's going to lose it all.]

[juniorarchivist]

[And that, as far as Rio can tell, is a blood elf.

Almost certainly a blood elf, there's a few variants these days he doesn't recognize well on sight, but something in that family! There probably should be a little caution, but after the harpy, most threats just seem .. rather less!]

Oh, isn't that a lovely shade of crimson?

[The book is promptly set down nearby. Rio knows better than to touch what's being cut up, but other things are fair game, and he's got an eye for fine things. Whoever said dragons don't hoard lies. Loot is required.]

I can see why you wanted to wait. Whoever brought this has good senses for materials. I'm no tailor, but this is nearly on par with embersilk. My name's Rio. What can I do for you?

[Well. He seems pleasant enough, if terribly chatty.]