>>5937743"Yingil," you say, giving the girl a once over as she struggles with the armor before directing your attention toward the merchant. "Do you have the clothing of my people?" Licking his teeth, he shakes his head, though his smile suggests that he has not abandoned the prospect of a future sale. "At the moment? Alas, I do not. But for my favorite customer, I could definitely make an acquisition, or a dozen. In a tenday's time, I shall most definitely have a selection of drow clothing available." Your eye twitches as the the word 'drow' tumbles out from his mouth, but you are willing to overlook his surfacer ignorance for the moment.
Relinquishing payment to him in exchange for the dress, he gestures toward Ilanis, who has at last managed to fit it properly. "How do you like it?" He asks you. "I think it feels pretty comfy! I-it's kind of heavy, though!" Answers the girl, oblivious to the merchant's intent. You conduct your own assessment of the armor's quality using your hands to qualify its durability and flexibility, provoking confused looks from the girl. "She will take it," you say, deeming it satisfactory.
With your business at the market concluded, the two of you depart, gossiping idly about recent events as you stroll through the streets of Everlund. Ilanis is having a difficult time adjusting her posture to the additional burden of her equipment, betraying her inexperience, although the ease with which she carries herself suggests that she is more athletic than you had initially believed.
What now?
>The girl seems in good enough health, now that she is sober. We can begin her foundational lessons immediately.>For too long have I delayed. I should depart for the Silverwood at once, to rejoin Luaue and the other Eilistraeans.>The All-Faiths Hall beckons me. For whatever reason, I feel a compulsion to pay visit to the gods right this moment.>However busy he may be, I know Amaranth would set aside a moment to chat with me. It is only a matter of finding him.>[Write-in.] 