"Everyone's feet should bring them here. It's the best tailors in the village." Jiao insisted proudly, though she wasn't sure if she could offer much that would be useful to a guard. She made fine silks and fancy dresses, not armour or anything meant to sustain a heavy attack.
Jiao set about arranging out tea cups, then saw that Kheelan was still awkwardly keeping hold of the rag she had given him. She held out a hand for it, and if received, she would throw it into the basket in the corner of things to wash when she had time to go to the river. She usually had one wash day a week, when she would take a huge pile of clothes and a rack and scrub until her usually pristine hands were red and swollen; she did not like anyone to see her on those days.
"Flutes...? Hm." Jiao passed him a teacup, the brew inside smelling of tart berries and spices. "Didn't know there were guards who play flutes. Aren't you meant to be all grrrr tough?" She asked, posing with her arms up in a fake 'scary' pose.
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
