Besides the explosive viagra?

A bottle of healing tonic, a few dick popping bottles of liquid viagra, and a 120 less gold plus change. Swords on order. Next up? Clothes. Considering all I had was a set of cheap borrowed clothes I needed some more of my own. To return the ones given. I thought about it during my first night under the bridge. After everything was said and done I'd spent just under 2,000 of the total. Leaving me about 1,200. Less than I'd actually thought I'd be spending. I figured the Blacksmiths alone would have drained me completely.

With a healthy grand left over next up came a new set of threads. Though I doubted that I'd get any designer. Definitely no Jordan's. But I could at least find something more comfortable. First up though came finding a tailor. I didn't have the money last time with Yura so it took me about an hour to find anything. Starting back in the square I talked with some of the merchants selling fabric before one of them actually cared to answer my question. Most more annoyed I wasn’t spending.

An older man with drooping ears and an aged face by the name of Thorru. His ears weren't human or elven though. Something else entirely. Like the deer girl I'd seen in the tavern on my first night, he had actual deer ears. The set of broken antlers on top of his head were harder to notice. He'd combed his hair to almost cover them completely. Only the very tip of his remaining antlers showing above the hair. What must have been truly impressive antlers back in his day.

For the next while Thorru and I spoke. He told me of the troubles his family had faced. They had been selling textiles for generations and though their income had been healthy, they never ventured outside of their steady business. When larger companies had stepped into the market Thorru's great grandparents had been unable to maintain their largest contracts. Though keeping to their roots they had managed to retain their largest customer base, the average man. Selling fabrics and clothes to families rather than noble houses or wealthy benefactors.

Our conversation lasted for nearly half an hour before I finally brought up the reason I'd approached Thorru in the first place. He was eager to give me directions to a local tailor that he'd been working with for years. He offered to take me himself but I assured him I would be alright. On my way to leave I did snag a few yards of a rather attractive fabric. Dark blue with silver thread woven throughout. Looking at its workings it almost felt like a vine network. Rather beautiful. 400 silver down I was left with a flat 1,200 gold. Still a healthy sum.

I followed Thorru's directions for a good while. Making me way through the streets before I finally found the dim alley that he mentioned. Though darker than the rest of the street the alley didn't raise any alarms. Houses were situated on either side with lights shining through the windows. Still, I found my hand trailing down to the handle of my broken blade. Just in case Thorru had sent me to some kind of gang alley. Thankfully that wasn't the case.

As I walked down the alley I almost passed by the tailor that Thorru had instructed me to visit. Only catching myself due to the fabrics draped over a mannequin in the window. Deep red cloth that reminded me of something from Christmas. As I pushed the door open a small bell chime rang through the building. It actually caught me off guard considering it was the first bell noise I'd heard since I woke up. It reminded me of the stores I'd visit as a child when my mother went to flee markets.

From the second floor I could hear a knocking sound before a voice carried over the noise. "Be right down!" It called out. As I waited I walked through the store. Fabrics on both sides lined the walls. Neatly folded or draped in slots and bars. There was also a section of the room with premade clothes hanging from wooden hooks. I mindlessly flipped through them before making my way to the counter. Though simple the clothes were well made and came in multiple colors. Red, black, yellow, and white specifically.

On the counter sat a set of large books. Two of the four total lay open. Inside were dozens of drawings and sketches. Page after page of detailed artwork from stunning dresses and suits to more rustic looks made of furs and pelts. Some of the artwork seemed to be years old while others almost felt like fresh ink. I flipped through the art for some time before I finally heard footfalls descending the stairs. I closed the book silently and waited for her to come down.

Entering the scene was a young woman with long braided brunette hair. Her hair kept in a loose braid that carried down to her hips. What caught my attention though were her features. Namely the deer ears that protruded on both sides and larger than normal eyes giving a distinct doe look. Her eyes were slightly larger than a normal human's. In all other regards she was simply an attractive woman with a thin hourglass figure. Her hips swayed with each step as her breasts bounced excitedly behind her fashionable blouse. A black blouse with red accents along her sleeves and collar. Likely self made. Every step she took seemed full of energy that fed into the bubbly air around her. "Hello! Welcome to the Buck Eye Fabrics! I haven't seen your face. My name is Eleanor and this is my store!" Her voice was gleeful and full of energy. Excitement bleeding into the very air around her as she came down. She quickly moved fabrics from the counter. A mess of cloth that she laid down onto a chair behind the counter. A small tail showing through her long skirt. "How may I help you today, sir?"

"Oh, I need a few sets of clothes and a custom order as well. Nothing fancy for the normal but I would like the last one to be a bit more noteworthy." I laid the fabric out onto the counter as I spoke. Though I only managed a few words before being cut off with a somber tone. "It's not enough for a full suit, but maybe..."

"I... see. There's plenty of premade clothing that you're more than welcome to sort through. I'll do any adjustments on the spot after you've chosen. I... no. It's not enough, but maybe a vest and pants."

"I'm sorry, have I done something wrong? I know it isn't the most profitable business but..."

The look on her face was that of immediate confusion followed by immediate shame. She shook her head quickly apologizing profusely. Her ears drooping in response to her mood shift. "No! No, sir you've done absolutely nothing wrong! I'm so sorry. It's nothing to do with you. I just... I know where you bought that fabric and... I was hoping you may have heard my name from my work. Trying to get my name out there and was hoping it may have worked. My grandfather is incredible, and I thank you truly for coming in. I'm so sorry for my rudeness."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry myself. I'm new to the area and low on supplies. Clothes were just my next step and your grandfather was happy to help." I found myself running my hand through my hair as the awkwardness set into the air. Despite her former bubbly personality she seemed deeply concerned about her work being recognized. "If its any consolation, I took a look through the portfolio and you have beautiful designs. If your sewing is anything close I'm sure you're due for good things."

Her ears perked quickly as I complimented her designs and a light blush came to her cheeks. She smiled faintly before responding. "I... thank you, sir. I've only made a handful of them but I'm proud to say they're worn by the Lord's Ladies themselves. It's just... would be nice to get my name out beyond a Lady's night."

"Well... if it's any worse the custom order is for seeing one of the ladies in particular." She broke into a soft but cute laugh as she broke free from the embarrassment finally. Sighing softly before her gaze met mine once more. That cute smile returning once more.

"Of course, honestly you'd be surprised how many men and women come to me with the sole intent of buying a nice set of clothes for the Ladies. It's not exactly something I'm... proud of, but it's consistent. Maybe a customer or two a month come and order something beyond the standard rack." She sighed softly as her eyes drifted down. Shaking her head once more before continuing. "Ah, I'm sorry again. It's not my place to complain about people coming to my business. I'm thankful for the work and the good people of this land."

"It's alright, I swear." I do my best to hold back any judgment. It's not like I tried to build a business or reputation from nothing. I couldn't imagine the stress that she found herself under.

She sighed softly before speaking up once more. Her ears rising a bit. A display of her mood calming. "Thank you, sir. Still, I'll hold off from complaining any more." With a swipe she flattened out the fabric. Seemingly taking mental notes before continuing. "This won't be enough for a full suit, but a vest and pants won't take too long. You mentioned needing some more basic clothes too, yes? I have plenty premade that you're welcome to go through. We'll adjust as needed. Will you please follow me? I'll need your measurements to make the pants and vest." Raising her hand Eleanor stepped back for me to see a door behind the counter. Following her lead I joined her in a small room with a set of mirrors and a pedestal at the center. Stepping onto the platform I had to catch myself as it began to spin with little action. "Careful, I don't have any health tonics if you crack your head."

A small chuckle escaped me before she turned around with a ball of string and shears. Though it took me a moment to realize she used it as a crude way to take my dimensions. Tying small knots and snipping it for different parts of my body. From the length of my calves, thighs and their thickness to my arms and their lengths. She told me where to hold each part of my body as she took her measurements. Each time she snipped the string I couldn't help but think of the differences in her time and mine. From surely something similar to this, to using precise tape measures down to the centimeter, and now gods know how long later we're back to string. The realization made me laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Time really was a flat circle. Following the same patterns over and over again. Slight wiggles in the line, but it just went back to form eventually. The thought broke me out of my insane looking laugh eventually and I apologized to Eleanor. I gave some halfassed excuse about a joke I'd heard. Thankfully she didn’t push on the matter. Only requested that I keep still for her measurements to be accurate. I noticed after a moment that she didn't have any mannequins, least not the ones I'd immediately recognize. Instead there were some odd looking busts. Each woven out of straw or... was wicker the right word?

"If I may, I see that you don't take have many busts. Are those only made for the reoccurring customers?" She glanced up at me for a moment before returning to her work. Though she was making quick work of it.

"Exactly that, actually. I'd be a fool to make dolls for every single customer. So instead i just keep people's measurements and busts are only for consistently repeating clients. About 13 in total. It takes some time, so I simply can't waste it on everyone, not to mention the space required."

"I can see the reasoning. A few weeks in and you'd never have gotten any work done, not to mention have the space to do it." As my eyes traveled once more they came to rest on a small set of diagrams. Very similar to the designs I'd already seen, yet... very different. These were instead some kind of armor. Plating sewn into the very fabric to allow for additional movement as well as ease of wear. It took a moment but it hit me, she had, completely on her own, designed **** sport armor. The exact kind worn by bikers. Padding on the shoulders and arms to protect the bones, a set of plates sround the chest and ribs to keep those safe. Though i had to focus, she even had an idea for a quick replacement in case of a plate being broken. A stitch that could be done after a battle rather than at the tailor herself.

"Eleanor... that is..."

"All done, you may step down now." She snipped the last but of thread away right at the knot, a collection of them laying across the floor in front of me. I hadn't noticed, but she had mapped out my entire body in the thread. Lilely for sake of ease as she designed the clothes. Following her words, I stepped off of the platform. Momentarily forgetting about the armor as she explained her process a bit. Seeing my bewilderment.

"I start with the full body laid out. It takes a bit more, but I find it much more accurate. After that I write it down in a detailed map, along with each string being marked. All of that so when I go to cut and stich I have the exact measurements and locations of each. It ensures a nearly perfect fit that'll only require minor adjustments."

"That's incredible. How long would you say it will take? No... unfortunately I don't have that much time. It's important that I have it within the next few days. I understand that's a rush, but I'm happy to pay for it."

"Well... that would certainly be a rush. If I put it at the top of the list I could likely have it done by... the day after tomorrow at the earliest. It's only a vest and pants so it's much less work than normal, but still. I'll not let you wear shoddy clothes with my name on them. No sir. With that... and the non-custom clothes... I'd say it comes to about... 700 gold. No, you bought the fabric already. Brings it down considerably. With the rush, say about 400 gold. The custom being about 250, clothes being 50, and the rush being another 100. It sets me back on other clothes, but I'll make do. Otherwise you likely wouldn't see it for a few weeks, two at least."

"Sounds fantastic."