[center][color=00ff00][h1]Abbot Andrew[/h1][/color][/center]

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The Abbot greeted Amsgar warmly and took him into his room. After a little talk about the rain and being called out in it, the tailor set to work measuring. Amsgar asked about the clothes to be made. "Mr. Abbot, what would you like me to make for you?" Amsgar asked already knowing the Abbot's need. 

[color=00ff00]"Well, I need to have some work clothes made,"[/color] Andrew said, and went into detail about clothes that he could wear when healing or working about the building.
The tailor measuring his legs, poked him with a needle. Andrew flinched. Amsgar did not apologize nor did he seem to be malitous. Andrew continued and again he poke him. This time a little harder.
[color=00ff00]"Ow, what was that for?"[/color] Andrew asked thinking there was no need for needles for a measurement. 
"Mr. Abbot, I know what you need better than  you seem too," Amsgar spoke giving him a knowing look. Then he continued, "The whole town knows. But it seems you do not?" 
Andrew looked down with a puzzled look. 
"Mr. Abbot, think!!" he said,"Why would the king send you here to a town where the thieves try to run the place?"
He gave a little smile, like a older man teaching a child. 
"You sent the harbor Master to me, no?" He asked then continued, "A thief in his own way." He smiled at this. "You need clothes, yes.  Because you are don't come to my shop, you hide in secret, yes. Mr. Abbot, It makes one believe that your a thief too. All around town people talk. Some truth, some lies, all wonder. So, if you want clothes of a thief, say Master Amsgar, I need the clothes of a thief and I make them. If you say I want clothes of a gardner, I make them." He said pausing for a response. 
Andrew wanted to protest that he wasn't a thief, but he was or had been. If he wasn't would he care about the little war going on in the guild or have let the boy escape. 
Andrew started to speak, [color=00ff00]"Master Amsgar, In order to..."[/color]
The needle poked him again, "Too many words. What do you want?"
Andrew moves his leg in pain this time. 
He started again, "Master Amsgar, I want thieves clothes with a warm cape and I want clothes for healing and working around the house."
The Tailor smiled, "What that so hard, Mr. Abbot? I will have your thieves clothes to you tomorrow, for your meeting."
Andrew wanted to talk about hidden pockets and what he wanted. But the tailor knew his trade and the needle hurt. 

Master Bork also knew his trade and so did the harbor master. He knew thieves and it was clear that secrecy was lacking in the Golden Tooth. 

When they were done the Abbot invited Master Amsgar to sit down and tell him his story over a hot pot of tea and some reheated lunch from the tavern.