Murie Vawdrey

greet
 Lannon

> Nice to meet you, sir. May I interest you in some clothing? The flax is grown here in Emerisk. Not that there is anywhere else it might grow.
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Arbo

> Hello, sweet pup. Would you like me to knit you a sweater?
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Merewen

> Greetings, milady. May I interest you in a bolt of fine cloth?
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Rycard

> Ah, hello. Forgive my shyness. We don't see too many of your type around here. Would you like some yarn?
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Airendal

> I have no clothes in your size. Perhaps doll clothes?
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Gallitzin

> I sell clothing styles for everyone, and I can make custom pieces as well. You look as though you have not had a new set of clothes in a while.
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Shione

> Are you a bard? I would love to hear your tales from abroad.
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Bhulown

> I say... has there ever been a more curious looking fellow than yourself? How would I even tailor an outfit for you?
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Dimas

> Is that clothing silk? Oh, sorry. It's just covered in silk. Haha... how... odd...
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Laszra

> What nice robes you have sir. Have you considered any additional items to spruce up your look? Perhaps a cloak, or a stole?
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job

> I serve as a tailor. There used to be others but they wandered off into the fog somewhere. Now I must make all the clothes. I specialize in fabric from all over the... the town. Where else would it come from?
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fog

> Sometimes people emerge from it with new clothing fashions that I have never before seen. How unusual.
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book

> Oh how I love reading. .. What a strange thing to say, considering I cannot read. Forgive me...
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Emerisk

> This is the town I have known my whole life. Except for when I was a child. I was born in another place. Yes, Emerisk is the only town in the world. And a fine one at that.
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Agmarians

> I believe I once read of such creatures. The library used to have a collection of books on strange creatures. Any book you could imagine was there.
> Ah yes, now I recall. They are said to be a gentle, but powerful race. It reminds me of the woodsman on the east side of the town. I would very much like to meet him.
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Renault

> I do not care for that gentleman at all. His coin I will accept, for he frequently orders new clothing.
> His home is haunted, you know. I once heard strange noises coming from the under the floor while visiting.
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caves

> I had heard there are many entrances; even under the Baron's house!
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graveyard

> We will all visit it one day. When someone will not be returning from their visit I like to make them some extra nice clothes; ones that will last.
> I remember a particularly nice robe I once made. A friend of the deceased whispered something strange over it before taking it to the funeral. I am a bit superstitious, and would very much like to know what he said.
> Oh, that's right. He had me stitch it into the hem. I cannot recall what it said though.
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Goblins

> They are nothing like the Agmarians. Goblins are cruel, and ugly. Though, can they be blamed for how they look? And, I wonder, are they all really so cruel?
> Regardless, I would not venture near them without great caution.
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librarian

> She had such a wonderful collection of books... I remember the day of her funeral. Normally there is a big to-do, and I make fancy clothes. But she requested nothing of the sort beforehand, which was only a week in advance... as if she knew she would pass.
> I do recall her asking for a book to be buried with her though. Her daughter performed the burial alone.
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Scaphin

> I never did find much written about these things. Alas, I wish I knew how to read. Oh, that books were more than pieces of useless wood, sliced thinly and stacked, bound with tree resin and clothed in animal skins.
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Kalindraur

> I read of it in a book once. That is, I wish I had, for I cannot read. Alas.
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Codex

> Is it some kind of stitch? If so, I would like to learn it.
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dark lord

> The only dark lord I know of is that baron. He truly has a heart of stone.
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fabric

> Everything is like fabric, in a way. Things wear down, and holes appear. Even things like reality. I once saw a hole in the rock once, but it did not lead into the hills. It lead somewhere entirely different, and something watched me from inside.
> Very sorry, I did not mean to disturb you with my strange memories. There is no way that what I remember is real. My mind is a mess these days. Everyone's mind is. Have you noticed?
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