Obsidian Hornet was not in Ul'dah for ten minutes before she saw the sign. She read it, her eyes slowly growing wider and wider with a grin to match. When she reached the bottom it came to her in a flash of inspiration and she bolted down the street.
***A few moments later***
The weavers guild was enjoying a quiet morning until seven feet of Roegadyn inspiration burst through the door.
"I need to commission a 5-cupped brassiere! NOW!" The mad Roe shouted, holding a bulging sack of gil aloft.
***A few moments later***
The weavers guild was enjoying a quiet morning until seven feet of Roegadyn inspiration burst through the door.
"I need to commission a 5-cupped brassiere! NOW!" The mad Roe shouted, holding a bulging sack of gil aloft.
