Riverside Clothing

[Maddyn]

Tucked away near the entrance to the Frigid River Bazaar sits a smallish little structure built entirely of stone. Greyed from age, rounded blocks of water-smoothed limestone rest stacked upon each other, mortared with clay to make them sturdy. The door, built grudgingly of sturdy oak was crossed by thick bars of iron, and bolted together. The entire place had a weighty feel to it, as if it were as permanent as the mountains that overshadowed the entire city. A largish stone set close to the portal was scribed with deep blocky letters that proclaimed "Riverside Clothing." Around the building, at regular intervals were set small windows, with wood and iron shutters that matched the door, to close them up come the darkening.

The door pushed inward, moving silently on hinges well kept and oiled. The cornice above was slightly short, so that a human entering would have to stoop, but it was by all means accessible to the taller races. Light spilled inward from the thin slitted windows to illuminate a small, rounded room. The thick smell of freshly dyed cloth hung redolent in the air. Neat blocks of stone formed tables around the outer edges, upon which lay the most common of clothing. Unadorned tunics, trousers, socks, and chemises in natural colours remained folded neatly.

Behind the counter, an aged Dwarf well into the later patterns of her life. A stately silver beard that was heavily plaited as it hang to the ground. Friendly dark brown eyes and a deep crimson dress belted at the waist. "Serale to ye there and how may I be helpin' ye?" Othara questioned, arching an eyebrow. Dunnear's replacement in caretaking the Riverside Clothing in recent times.

OOC:
Until a new GM takes over, please self moderate or find someone willing to peer moderate this - Callig won't be doing doing so anymore in addition to her usual moderation. (Thanks *heaps* for everything though Callig ^__^*)

[Lliae Llyhedras]

ooc: Continued from the last thread

The small Telera saw a rather nasty fight brewing between the proprietor of the store and Cassidy, and rather hastily stepped in to forestall what would have been a really interesting sight… an Elf and a Dwarf in a hair-pulling catfight.
‘Milady, I have no need for anything fancier than this, really I don’t,’ she told the golden-haired elf-woman gently, ‘I don’t regularly patronise… ha, matronise, even… places that require such beautiful clothes. The dress will be more than enough for my humble needs, madam,’ she bowed deeply to the Dwarf-woman, pulling her purse out and thumbing the required amount of gold crowns into the stubby hand.
Wistfully Lliae thought on the lovely ballgown that she’d worn in the magical castle, the only time she’d ever had the occasion to wear something so ethereally beautiful, so grand, and reflected on that century when she’d worn the bland greys and browns of a slave.

Of course, she hadn’t known any different, and only now could she reflect back on her days as the property of the Kaldreses and the Trellians.
Things had been so different then.

‘Tell me,’ she said suddenly to the Al’lende as if a thought had just occurred to her, ‘what is it that brought you here to Frigid River? Politics, personal gain, or the challenge? Or something else, perhaps?’
And it was asked in such a way that it was plain to see Lliae was merely interested in Cassidy, the machinations of her mind, the twisty puzzle that the woman presented. Being judgemental of others and their habits… that was something that she’d left behind a long time ago, back in another life when Lliae had been the Lady of a great house, with every little luxury that she could desire.
As was so typical of the Llyhedran, she felt her heart go out, though she didn’t show it by any physical means. She could have become Cassidy, but had instead taken another path in life that had led… well, it had led to her being a grandmother of many different children, though her womb was untouched and would probably remain so for the rest of her life.

As she always did when she slipped into her Grandmother mentality, she felt a deep pang in her heart, that organ that, despite being a pump of muscle to mechanically move blood through the body, nevertheless seemed capable of feeling something for a body and person not her own.