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"And we need a sling for Andarien," Earendil added. "Two arms free would be best while we're traveling."

"This way!" Amalirahc beamed, swallowing down the last of his bun and pointing down the street. "Come on, the clothes people are nicer than the rest! At least they used to be!"

Amalirahc looked up at Lin and shrugged innocently. "Well, it was last year. You never know what might have happened between then and now."

Earendil chuckled. "True enough," he grinned. "But you know, Amalirahc, you're rather like your mother. You like creating worry where there isn't any."

"I just don't assume things," Amalirahc quipped, his eyes sparkling.

Amalirahc pouted. "But I just said that in case the store changed hands! They're old people, and humans don't live very long!"

It wasn't as if he was hoping they would be gone, it was just a concern he'd had.

"Sorry," Amalirahc said cheerfully. He ran ahead of them suddenly and opened the door to one of the shops, holding it for the others to lead the way inside. "In here!" he beamed.

Earendil let the others go in first, then followed. The tailor's shop was as well-lit as the baker's, and all around the walls were bolts of cloth in various colours and patterns. There was a changing stall closed off by a curtain in one back corner, and the other corner had a large table, covered with scraps of cloth and sewing tools, and two stools.

An elderly man was sitting on one stool, at the table, his hair gray, his face wrinkled, but his clothes were neat and sturdy. He looked up at the group as they entered the shop and called out a soft Good morning.

Earendil smiled down at Lin. "Would you like me to take care of the order?" he asked her. "You and Miyuki aren't very strong with the language yet, but I've been speaking it for as long as I can remember."

Amalirahc had hurried in behind the others and skittered straight to one of the bolts of cloth to inspect it. River followed him, curious.

Andarien was trying to look around, though being held in a laying down position, it was a bit difficult for him.

Earendil smiled and Miyuki. "Choose a colour that you like," he told her in a murmured, "and then I'll help you choose a good material."

He set off to talk to the tailor, hoping the man was as pleasant as he'd seemed at first.

While Miyuki was looking for a fabric, Earendil chose some material to use for Andarien's sling, and after the tailor took measurements and wrote them down, he asked them to return the following day and bid them farewell. Then it was back out into the street with the group, and off on their next adventure.

Lunch went without too much hassle, a quick meal at the local tavern, and then River wanted to see if there was a book store of some sort. THere wasn't, and she was gravely disappointed, and then Amalirahc suggested they check out the woodsmith's.

This particular shop was a bit darker, and smelled very strongly of varnish and stains, and unlike the tailor's shop and the baker's where the men were working in view of the customers, this shop was entirely filled with display shelves, and there was an elderly man minding the counter.From his gnarled fingers, it was clear that he would be incapable of creating the works around them (mostly furniture, though there were one or two items that were not).

River put one hand to her nose and opened her mouth slightly to breathe through it instead. It smelled quite strong to her in there, though she would be the first to admit that she liked what she saw.

"They should ventilate the place," she murmured softly.

Amalirahc grinned and kept looking around. He didn't mind the smell one bit. "Their stuff isn't too bad here," he said.