"Trust me, I can work wonders with a needle and a thread. It's only..." The half-elf stops. "I can't afford a

"Trust me, I can work wonders with a needle and a thread. It's only..." The half-elf stops. "I can't afford a workshop of my own. If I could find a workplace... even one out here! I don't feel like returning to the capital after all that's happened." Sharel rubs his black eye. "Please help me set up a workshop, if you're in need of decent tailored cloth. I'll make it worth your while. May the Gods protect you."