Illarion Albireo (
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an aid to laundry troubles
[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.
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.

no subject
[He's more and more certain, as he observes Illarion, that he's dealing with a Death Knight. One without the usual glow of the eyes, of course, but undeath has a certain taste in magic, and this was it.
Every elf he'd ever met that was undead was a dark ranger - red eyes - a san'layn (and he's obviously no vampire) - or a death knight. And that last one is the most populous. He's no red, to be unsettled by their presence, but then again it wasn't his shrine that was devastated by death knight predation.
Good. They deserved it, for what they did to the bluewhelps.]
Hm, I have..
[The dragon pulls off one of the little bags hooked to his belt and begins rummaging through it with interest. It's immediately obvious that thing has far more space in it than any little pouch ever should.]
Iiii.. have some rune thread.. and wildercloth.
[He comes up with two spools, one faintly glowing green, the other a pleasant golden.]
I think the wildercloth will match better with your current red. What should I call you?
[That's not asking for a name, exactly. Names hold power. He didn't tell anyoen his own true name..]