Thanks to the party coming up, the Lord had plenty of work to keep him busy. It was nice, having plenty to do that he dared not ever feel bored. Strel even managed to make himself an outfit for the party, more or less recycling an older pair of pants and making a new long-sleeved shirt from some he had found in Halifax. People had come to him with requests and trades, though he did more work for the party for free. Thankfully, the load had not gotten overwhelming and he was able to easily manage. As the sole Lady-in-Waiting in the pack, which was a completely ironic title, he enjoyed being the one people went to for their fashion needs.
It seemed everyone always found him with something in his arms, be it an outfit or cloth. This time, it was a handful of thread and an armful of hanging red cloth. Haven was standing in the doorway of his studio, though he was unlikely to find the redhead there, as he had been upstairs. Smirking, Strel tapped the man on the shoulder. "Yeah, I'm here. Did you come for your outfit?" he inquired, brushing past the knight to lay the things down on the cluttered table.
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