[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Cyneburg (and whoever else is still in the room)[/center][/b][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"Not that I ain't full appreciatin' the offer, Miss Cyneburg,"[/color] replied Keystone, looking to the Half-Orc lady who had just made the offer to repair his coat. [color=b8860b]"but last time I got a split the bloke what fixed it used waxed rawhide cord an' treated the spot with heated oil. Only place I'd know where to find that stuff's at a leathershop. And long as I'm there..."[/color] He shrugged, [color=b8860b]"If'n the craftsman's can't take me immediate, I'd be obliged to ya, lots."[/color] Granted, there were some differences between working whole cloth and tooled, hardened leather, but a cable stitch was a cable stitch. It would be more important for his coat to be a optimally functional protective device than for it to have polished and pretty seams. Unless the broad pugilist were underestimating the handiwork of their resident Druid.  

	Now, what he [i]really[/i] wanted done was to have the coat lined with the material of the cloak that Sana was kind enough to procure for him from their previous travels. Such an item would be very useful, offering the respectable physical protection as well as resistance to fire and heat. Sadly, there was no time for it that day. It was a fleeting commodity, time, and with daylight burning their allotment to get underway was getting smaller and smaller by the second. Such a tailoring feat, done properly, might likely take much longer than that. Not that he was a proper judge for a seamstress. 

	[color=b8860b]"Right, hows 'bout you join me? Mayhap we can find somethin' useful whilst we're out, what we ain't thought on yet. Keep an eye out, like. And if'n you know leather, make sure the knob what's sellin' ain't takin' a chisel to me."[/color] Keystone picked up his coat and made for the door, yet again. [color=b8860b]"Got an hour, right?"[/color] his tone was all business. [color=b8860b]"I'm gettin' a move on, then."[/color]