The Dwarf went back to her shelves for a moment then shook her head.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "Ain't got anything longer than that, they'll have to be custom made. But that's fine, addin' a few inches'll be easy. Anything from this shelf here you can pick from for shirts, and that one for pants."</span>She pointed to two shelves then grabbed a piece of measuring tape to measure how much she needed to add to the shirts." She shook her head and looked up at Ophidian.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "An' ye' really think she'd look good in a dress? She's got a warrior's build, no tits, ass, and she's a wee bit muscular to be walking around looking womanly. But I kin' do the yardwork outfit." </span>She moved to measure Kitori again but only took loose measurements and jotted them down.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"If ye want a dress go to one of them flouncy Elf tailors, I make quality goods for the average civilian to wear."</span>She looked at Syrenka for a moment then moved to ruffle around in her desk before pulling out a small knit cap and stuck it on Syrenka's head with a smirk.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "Made that fer' one of my cat's kittens but I think it looks better on her."</span><br/><br/>The priestess looked up at Britomart for a moment, her eyes dull from exhaustion and malnutrition after her imprisonment. She let out a quiet sigh and pulled herself from her seat.<span style="color: Sienna">"Of coursze, he szaved my life. I'll szee what I can do for him but... I'm szo exhauszted from just keeping him alive. Let us hope zhat the Light favors him." </span>Leaning heavily on her staff, she slowly clopped towards Jim's room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>