It wasn’t long before the townspeople were out and going about their businesses. Shops were opening, or people getting to work processing grains and fish. Even the children were out doing minor chores like sweeping or taking out their pets. Wouldn’t be long before you find Aestella’s Weavers. There was wall-to-wall rolls of cloth and textiles, with outfits and decorative bags all around. Near the center were sets of looms with a few girls setting them up to use.

A rather young woman, perhaps slightly older than you, spots you. She smiles and walks over. “Hello, welcome to Aestella’s Weavers. I am Aestella, is there something I can help you with?”