He readied a delivery.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Come the next morning, he arose from the inn's bed, and began preparing. He had a job this time around, which was to deliver a product he helped work on, which in itself was surprising. He didn't often work on group projects. It was a finely made but simply designed white dress, though of course that isn't all it was. Not only was it made to fit the customer with precision, but it could change colours as well! It wasn't something he would normally build, but the technology was interesting, and so was the pay.

He had it folded nicely in a small briefcase, which he slipped into a bag over his back. The location wasn't far, but he wasn't to meet with them until the afternoon, so he spent his time eating and once again observing the strange folk of the Reach. Nothing like the day before occurred, and he was relieved. If it was found out that the chaos was caused by his own design, he would be ridiculed. On the other hand, it was a memory he would keep forever.

Secretly, he did wish something like that would happen, just not from his own cause. Still, the women were beautiful. The style humans opted for in the city was fascinating to him. Many dresses were cut up the leg, some wore skirts, and sometimes the clothing was so elaborate that he couldn't imagine it was easy to put them on every morning. The populace was diverse, as were their tastes.

Finally, he made his way to the location. It was a small home, which was surprising considering the high cost of the dress. From below, he drummed his knuckles against the door and waited.

The door opened.