While she was walking around, Alice did genuinely consider marketing her potions. While she knew they were in necessary supply for adventurers, she'd have to check if there was any law prohibiting the selling of certain alchemical substances. After all, magic and alchemy weren't accepted everywhere, and she didn't want to get arrest for "drug-dealing" common level healing potions. ...Still...she'd definitely not call it a cherry pop.

Sofia meanwhile was growing more irate, not at Brandy for incessantly dragging her to all these stores and getting them kicked out before even getting a word in edge-wise, but because of the craftsmanship on display before her. With a harumph and shoulder bump as she went past the snooty clerk and snatched the hairband out of his hand to examine it.

[color=fff200]I say miss, give that back! You and your friend are-"[/color]

[color=silver][b]"Leaving. Yes, we are, because your craftsmanship as boorish as your manners you pompous windbag of a salesman,"[/b][/color] Sofia said, a hand on her hip as she held the hairband aloft. [color=silver][b]"You're charging four digits for a hairband that needed this many corrective sews put into the inner-layer? This thing's fatter than your mother in law,"[/b][/color] Sofia said dismissively, dropping it onto the counter. [color=silver][b]"Let's go Brandy. I've had enough charlatans and swindlers trying to sell me their tasteless goods for one day. I've decided. If no one can sell me a choker, I'll make it myself!"[/b][/color]

Storming out and yanking Brandy by the hand like an irate mother would to an uncooperative child, Sofia would take them from the finest clothing store in town to the general store and purchase a thin sheet of black cloth, less than a tenth of the price of what the 'Golden Needle' was peddling. [color=silver][b]"Now, witness my supreme sewing skill!"[/b][/color] she said, taking Brandy behind the store and producing a toolbox-looking kit from her satchel and working faster than Brandy could track, making enough flourishes that it looked like she was fighting with a sword, dueling with the cloth itself before proudly holding up a choker that, as far as Brandy could tell, was of such quality make that it looked 'Golden Needle' quality. [color=silver][b]"Sad to see that in this day and age good sewing is a dying art. I bet its because they use magic to automate the process. However!"[/b][/color] Sofia would boop Brandy's nose and smile. [color=silver][b]"Now, for getting me fired up, I'm afraid you'll have to be my muse. You wanted a hairband, yes?"[/b][/color] she said, suddenly presenting one that she'd made from the same bolt of cloth. It was black as night, but would serve as good contrast to Brandy's hair and would hardly feel like it was there with Sofia's craftsmanship. 

[color=silver][i]"Heh! She's certain to think I'm useful now. ...Wait...but what if she just thinks I'm some dead housewife PRETENDING to be an adventurer?"[/i][/color] Sofia thought, starting to panic a little. She couldn't have anybody learning her dark secret that she learned how to sew so well solely to be a good housewife. 

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