"Could we get something like that piece you are working on?" Kreyu asks, feeling Skellig's surge of want.

"Of course," the tailor replies. "Longer, shorter, color?" Skellig will have to tell the man what kind of thing he wants.

"I am a bit backed up at..." Kreyu sets a stack of gold coins on the counter, they make quite a solid thunk. "Ah, yes. Nothing that won't wait a bit. Whatever you need!"