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

[angel_of_baal]

You will not fail me, little brother. You cannot fail me. Because all I ask, all I have any right to ask, is that you do your best.

[That was all anyone could ask for--for each of his Legion to do what they could to make themselves proud, to make their death honorable, to make their name a warm blessing in the Legion's archives. It was all he could ask of himself, as well.

He just had far, far more to give than most. ] If we cannot find happiness in ourselves, our duty then becomes to nurture it in others. [If you cannot live to see the end of the war, your duty is to make sure the war is won, as quickly and definitively as possible.

So, therefore, in short, your excuses are invalid. ]