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The sea me for what seemed like hours He hemmed and hawed and did the same measurements two or ararment needed its own set of measurements No wonder he was still alive

At one point, Hadriel offered to write ot the full weight of his personality

“This is my process, you sour-faced cur Leave me to it!”

There was a reason he was not well liked, that was clear

Given Hadriel chuckled to hi the seamster in the face

“I’ll need to dry the everlass this evening,” I said as I let my mind roam “Someone needs to remind Nyfain”

The seamster, Cecil, sucked in a startled breath “How dare a lowborn hagbag like you call thearound with his prized everlass at all!”

“Call ,” I replied

He looked up at aze, and just as slowly looked back down Message delivered,

Then: “I have new inspiration!” he cried “I !”

He worked faster the second time around, thankfully, but it was still another hour before we got out of there

“I’ve never seen him work so quickly,” Hadriel said as we headed outside The next order of business was finding arden to redo “I , but he really seemed to find his way after you threatened him”

“And noe knohat it takes to hurry him up,” I said

“You shouldn’t have to go back for measures out Sometimes it just takes forever for that direction to coarden you had in mind?”

It took rounds, sadly burned and broithout a teaht about asking after the gardening teaood idea of what had happened to them If they could

I caught sight of my tower room and cut that way “It’s just over here”

Except it wasn’t A brick wall rose in front of us, covered in a mess of vines