Tailor

"'While your here...can you fix this tear on my robe?' - Oracle Of Fate"

Tailor's Tale
Needles and pins adorned the store. Her clientele? Rich merchants, nobles, people with money to spend to keep up their physical appearance, to show to the commoners through their dress...their absolute superiority.

The cloth between her fingers was soft, her needle and her magical hands worked to make the most quality of fabric...

And money she did receive, plenty of money. Enough to keep her shop well open. She never needed more..but it was offered to her. For she was beautiful, and her...superior clientele, always pressured her for more than just clothes.

They pressured her to lose them for an few minutes or so, in return for near-noble amounts of payment. She declined, having her dignity about her and waiting for her one true gentleman to wisk her away into the night, marriage blessed by the true God and sanctified the right way.

They'd pressure her, and she'd just be polite and give them the clothes that they paid for. The nobles would scoff, or they would pretend to be nice...and leave her be.

Until...one horrible day it all went too far.

When he came into the store, he was like no other. A noble to be sure, but one with...an odd complexion.A relaxed man that never saw the sun. He seemed to move like he was made of shadows dancing on the floor, his eyes ruby---his voice smooth like the finest churned butter.

And handsome, dashingly handsome.

He held to her, only a small handkerchief. It was lacey and red, but it had a small, insignificant tear on the edge of it's fabric. He assured her that it was of the utmost importance she fix it, and fix it in one nights time as he had a ball to attend the next evening.