Revenant
12-28-10, 11:45 AM
A chorus of hails and offers of service assailed William from every side. Not normally claustrophobic, William couldn’t help but feel somewhat antsy in the center of the crowd that milled through Radasanth’s merchant district. The dusty streets of rainbow hued merchants wasn’t one of William’s common haunts, as the demonic warrior tended to avoid large crowds in general, but today’s appearance couldn’t be helped. There was work that the Revenant needed to be done and that was that.
He had already passed half a dozen stalls selling the type of service that he was looking for by the time that he made his decision, but it was a simple and easy decision to make. William simply entered the first clothier’s shop that didn’t have anyone yelling deal prices and sales at him.
This particular shop was wide open with a low slung ceiling made even lower by the various swaths of colored cloth that hung everywhere in loose arcs. A simple stitched quilt near the shop’s entrance declared that “Hattie’s Clothier” specialized in custom tailoring for whatever wool, leather, or silk, fashion bug happened to have bitten the tasteful and knowledgeable patron. Even William, not the most fashionable of the Ixian Knights, had to admit that the offerings lining the wooden display mannequins showed that the tailor’s at Hattie’s had quite the eye for quality.
Even so, it was more the line about “clothing enchantments” in the quilt’s knitted welcome message that held William’s attention. While Hattie’s lack of barking monkeys drew him into the shop, it was the shop keep’s more exotic abilities that would keep him here.
“Good afternoon,” William called out, brushing a particularly low-slung bolt of saffron fabric aside as he proceeded deeper into Hattie’s. A soft breeze rustled through the clothier, causing the fabric around William to dance, and the Revenant wasn’t sure if any of the movement was caused by someone else in the shop.
“Anyone here?” he called out again, waiting for a response, “I have some business that I would like to do.”
He had already passed half a dozen stalls selling the type of service that he was looking for by the time that he made his decision, but it was a simple and easy decision to make. William simply entered the first clothier’s shop that didn’t have anyone yelling deal prices and sales at him.
This particular shop was wide open with a low slung ceiling made even lower by the various swaths of colored cloth that hung everywhere in loose arcs. A simple stitched quilt near the shop’s entrance declared that “Hattie’s Clothier” specialized in custom tailoring for whatever wool, leather, or silk, fashion bug happened to have bitten the tasteful and knowledgeable patron. Even William, not the most fashionable of the Ixian Knights, had to admit that the offerings lining the wooden display mannequins showed that the tailor’s at Hattie’s had quite the eye for quality.
Even so, it was more the line about “clothing enchantments” in the quilt’s knitted welcome message that held William’s attention. While Hattie’s lack of barking monkeys drew him into the shop, it was the shop keep’s more exotic abilities that would keep him here.
“Good afternoon,” William called out, brushing a particularly low-slung bolt of saffron fabric aside as he proceeded deeper into Hattie’s. A soft breeze rustled through the clothier, causing the fabric around William to dance, and the Revenant wasn’t sure if any of the movement was caused by someone else in the shop.
“Anyone here?” he called out again, waiting for a response, “I have some business that I would like to do.”