"I brought some bolts of fabric with me from Serthica, along with those scissors."
He holds out a hand for them, lofting an eyebrow warily at Marcos. His approach is... strange, slow, guarded. Almost as if he's any minute going to wield the scissors as a weapon.
"If you're wondering if I could make something, you need only ask."
Is it curiosity? Surely he is familiar with the concept of sewing, after all. What else could it be that is making him wary? Some particular objection to the fabric?
No problem!
Given the blizzard outside.
"I brought some bolts of fabric with me from Serthica, along with those scissors."
He holds out a hand for them, lofting an eyebrow warily at Marcos. His approach is... strange, slow, guarded. Almost as if he's any minute going to wield the scissors as a weapon.
"If you're wondering if I could make something, you need only ask."
Is it curiosity? Surely he is familiar with the concept of sewing, after all. What else could it be that is making him wary? Some particular objection to the fabric?