Figleaf blog2/27/2023 ![]() ![]() Her features were human enough, maybe 40-something with streaks of grey winding through her side-swept crest, and large canine ears that matched her wolfish focus. Behind her glasses were pinpoints in a black void, stars that broke some sacred veil to scour the land and all who dwelled there. But even without her nobles’ regalia she cut an imposing figure tall and broad, with skin the color of a used candle wick and eyes that could have been the flame. He didn’t know what this daemon woman presented to the rest of the world, there were no mirrors in the ‘poor’ section of the Merchant Guild’s Hall. Somehow Emory doubted he’d buy ‘market research’ as a valid excuse for outright blasphemy and lying to him. If she worked for a noble and she wanted to place a special order, he’d have to explain to his father how visiting the Fates’ Tapestry translated to he and Keline running a booth at the Guildhall. ![]() He was kicking himself every time she stopped.Īrmor was good money for the work involved, and Emory hadn’t considered bringing so much as a vambrace.īut then again, a daemon deciding not to visit their booth wasn’t the worst problem to have. This one in particular had been prowling the aisles at the lower level of the Merchant Guildhall, stopping at any booth that displayed leather armor, and usually after a brisk conversation she’d wander off to the next one. Synopsis: A young leatherworker meets a woman of particular needs Figleaf Leatherworks 2Įmory had always been able to see daemons, no matter how much his father insisted he couldn’t. ![]()
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