Jodiah Ayreg's nose turned up as he walked inside.
He was certainly never one to appreciate herbs and concoctions of the wise women and witches and heirophants, and it, quite frankly, made him itch.
Everywhere.
Grumbling to himself, the death knight walked briskly past the racks of medicines and herbs, paying only the faintest of thoughts to the aching grind in his left knee which has, actually, not bothered him in some time. Must be the weather warming.
Bloody stinks in here, he thought to himself. A quick rake of his eyes across the room found the pale blonde-haired woman standing behind some kind of bench. Folding his arms behind his back, he does his best to give a neighborly smile -- perhaps it would ease the pain of the bill later -- though it did nearly make his face fall off.
"You must be the seamstress Bob told me about. My name is Jodiah Ayreg, and I have need of your services."
He continued, "...what do you know of coats, my lady?"
He was certainly never one to appreciate herbs and concoctions of the wise women and witches and heirophants, and it, quite frankly, made him itch.
Everywhere.
Grumbling to himself, the death knight walked briskly past the racks of medicines and herbs, paying only the faintest of thoughts to the aching grind in his left knee which has, actually, not bothered him in some time. Must be the weather warming.
Bloody stinks in here, he thought to himself. A quick rake of his eyes across the room found the pale blonde-haired woman standing behind some kind of bench. Folding his arms behind his back, he does his best to give a neighborly smile -- perhaps it would ease the pain of the bill later -- though it did nearly make his face fall off.
"You must be the seamstress Bob told me about. My name is Jodiah Ayreg, and I have need of your services."
He continued, "...what do you know of coats, my lady?"