Estlin Holde 26th of Winter 514 AV Estlin heaved his load onto the deck of Stargaze, though it really wasn't much of a load. He had been shopping, for 'equipment' as he called it, and was bringing home a length of silk rope, a sewing needle and thread (in his pocket), chalk (also in his pocket) and a long leather apron. The apron and rope now on deck, Estlin quickly stepped aboard. He then took his equipment into the single cabin of the casinor, arranging it on the floor, which was mostly bare. Then he settled himself cross-legged on the floor and began to work. Sewing was not in his forte, but he had always been interested in the skill. Well, he'd been interested in it for a long while, since he'd began crafting things and animating them. At least today he wasn't going to tackle embroidering. Simple, utilitarian sewing would work for his task. It took him an incredibly long time to thread the needle. It wasn't because his eyes were bad, it was just that his hands, though quite finessed at tying knots and working with locks, were not adept at putting a small, floppy piece of string through an infinitesimal hole, in an almost equally small object. When he finally had the needle threaded, and a knot tied on one end, he began the surprisingly straining work of teaching himself sewing. He started on his backpack, trying to make small designs of stitches, which were neither small, nor neat. The thread, luckily, was plain and un-dyed, and so was the backpack. So his imperfect handiwork wasn't very noticeable. After his first length of string was used up on the bag, he cut another and went through the same arduous process of threading and tying it to the needle. Then he carefully set the threaded needle on his table, one of the only furnishings in the cabin, and started mutilating the leather apron. Ledger :
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