Kitori started to go through the shelves the tailor and pointed to and picked out four more shirts and two pairs of pants.<span style="color: DarkRed">"What about shorts? I don't think I'll always want to wear these long pants, especially around the house."</span><span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"Obviously nothin', good thing Ol' Marcus brought ye here."</span>She took a few more notes and muttered something in Dwarvish then moved to measure Syrenka.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"How fast them Naga babes grow? I kin' put a pocket in the front of a few shirts so the Elf there can keep the babe in it while workin' outside."</span><br/><br/>The priestess held up a hand to the potion and shook her head.<span style="color: Sienna"> "I have faith in many zhings, but Alchemy iz not one. I appreziate the offer but I've already eaten more than my szhare of food, I just need to sleep but I'd never be able to forgive myself if szomething happened to Jim while I szlept." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>