Speak of the voidsent, and they shall appear.
Osric circled around the stand at the end of one particular aisle, maintaining a respectful distance lest a certain someone take umbrage. His eyes looked up and down over the displayed garment, scanning for any stains, torn seams, poor stitching. He found nothing; the trenchcoat was immaculate. Approximately his size at the shoulders, long enough to drop down past his knees, a nice solid shade of brown... and sitting on the shelf next to it were a pair of black boots and gloves.
The quality of the coat, though... I've seen Od'hilkas at his work. Finest craftsman I know when it comes to leather... and I don't think even he could manage such. The hells did this come from? Nah, nah, better question: why haven't I bought the damned thing already?
"Tch."
A purposeful stride carried him back towards the front; as he reached the door that led into the backroom, he turned to glance back the way he'd come, taking count of the aisles, then he knocked on the wood.
"Oi, Tarot! How much for the fancy piece o'Â work what's standin' at the end o' aisle four? The one that looks like somethin' y'plucked from the leatherworkers' guild in Gridania. The boots 'n' gloves, too, how much for those?"
Osric circled around the stand at the end of one particular aisle, maintaining a respectful distance lest a certain someone take umbrage. His eyes looked up and down over the displayed garment, scanning for any stains, torn seams, poor stitching. He found nothing; the trenchcoat was immaculate. Approximately his size at the shoulders, long enough to drop down past his knees, a nice solid shade of brown... and sitting on the shelf next to it were a pair of black boots and gloves.
The quality of the coat, though... I've seen Od'hilkas at his work. Finest craftsman I know when it comes to leather... and I don't think even he could manage such. The hells did this come from? Nah, nah, better question: why haven't I bought the damned thing already?
"Tch."
A purposeful stride carried him back towards the front; as he reached the door that led into the backroom, he turned to glance back the way he'd come, taking count of the aisles, then he knocked on the wood.
"Oi, Tarot! How much for the fancy piece o'Â work what's standin' at the end o' aisle four? The one that looks like somethin' y'plucked from the leatherworkers' guild in Gridania. The boots 'n' gloves, too, how much for those?"
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