The words: "weaver" and "need" instantly piqued the interest of the overtly tall and muscle bound Highland Hyur as he was passing by. He grinned wide and reached up a hand to stroke his handlebar mustache as he approached the woman in need of his "special" skills. The approach didn't take long, for his strides were longer than a lalafell could hop.
"Hah! I hear need of weaver! I am weaver, Antrekk Bannikov! I make all great cloth things you need! You tell what need yes?" The huge man smiled, placing his hands on hips, and towered over the Miqo'te that mentioned she needed a new hat.
"Hah! I hear need of weaver! I am weaver, Antrekk Bannikov! I make all great cloth things you need! You tell what need yes?" The huge man smiled, placing his hands on hips, and towered over the Miqo'te that mentioned she needed a new hat.
~~~"You buy dress yes?"~~~