"More work?! And its woman's work!! Bloody Abyss and Santa's arse they are trying to make me into a woman!"
Another day in the life it seemed as Maccen made his way to the Delucian pastures to find sheep to shear. Twas a grand trek south to Trinsic before finding the cave opening he sought and into its depths he went! He emerged from the other side and continued on to find the fluffy sheep he needed. He came upon them all agrazing, helpless. He quickly and quietly and sheared their little furs.
"Lucky for you lil barstids its never cold in Delucia!"
He quickly made off with the wool to the local tailor.
"Ah hi sweetie! Oh no I won't need help today. Oh..well.... catch me at the inn?"
He sat down and spun the wool into thread. Soon he had a pile of thread and quickly moved to the loom and wove the thread into sturdy cloth. In the end he had all the cloth he needed.
"There, I best get paid for this crap..... hmm they won't take all of this... I know! I'll make them winter coats they is crying for!"
*posted to the bottom is a notice that this order is read for pickup*