She returns as swiftly as she departed, and swoops seamlessly under his arm to take measurements.
Sensing danger, the adventurer reaches for his hilt and draws out his dagger.
The Granny, mouth full of sewing pins, deftly and graciously accepts with a “thank you” and uses it to cut some of the material near the back for a better fit. She sheaves it quickly back into his hilt, and slaps a cup of tea into his still outstretched hand.
“There you go, dearie” she says, patting his bottom.
She returns as swiftly as she departed, and swoops seamlessly under his arm to take measurements.
Sensing danger, the adventurer reaches for his hilt and draws out his dagger.
The Granny, mouth full of sewing pins, deftly and graciously accepts with a “thank you” and uses it to cut some of the material near the back for a better fit. She sheaves it quickly back into his hilt, and slaps a cup of tea into his still outstretched hand.
“There you go, dearie” she says, patting his bottom.