Sah
Sah had no idea what he was doing. None. He'd made a small, slightly legible sketch and taken it to the tailors. The woman had turned it every which way but with a shrug, had retrieved fabric and supplies for him. The pitying look wasn't all that encouraging if he was being honest. But he didn't' blame her. The Abandoned's handwriting was decent, but his clothing design skills? They lacked. So what if the design was simple and unoriginal? At least it'd fit.
Taking his supplies, Sah set up at a workbench inside the tailor's shop. Setting down the cloth and leather, he began to attempt to craft a usable outfit.
Taking his supplies, Sah set up at a workbench inside the tailor's shop. Setting down the cloth and leather, he began to attempt to craft a usable outfit.
I think there for I am,
But what if all I do is bleed?
But what if all I do is bleed?
