#rivervale_lodge

"See, you got your battle ready or day to day, but, well, for extra luxury and if i may say to really show my skills, there's this more formal version"

"Looks right smart on you, my biases aside" He grins

Brekke takes a look at the fine, detailed work of the garment she now wears. "Sven, this is..." She's clearly stunned. "I had no idea you could..." She turns, testing the move of it...and it's splendid. "You have surpassed any expectations I may have had."

There would have been notes included as to the provenance of the leathers and furs... The leather is thick and even, a fine hide - dire elk. Supple yet durable, and taking well to any color of dye. The fur lining the cloak and hood? It seems to be the finest ermine, though who ever knew a stoat to come in that SIZE? A mustelid of unusual size, to be sure. And to line the hood, fur from winterwolves - a creature that preys on lost travelers in snowstorms - but here, the fur is soft and warm, and will never freeze, not gather frost from her breath, even in the coldest weather.

"Well the fur was no ordinary material, Chieftain, I couldn't just do a 'simple' job with it. It would be like spackling with mother of pearl"

She had colored again, and she turns the rune to return the cloak to its more rugged appearance. And then she removes it, placing it down almost reverently.

"You have my deepest thanks. And I will be sure to inform people of its crafter," she assures him.

Kerri may be having ideas of hinting HEAVILY to Olgar that she's overdue for a nice pair of fur mittens.

Sven grins "Oh now you're speaking a language I like, Chieftain. I know you're not one for airs, but if you choose to show that off at least once for some formal thing you've been dragged to, it would do my name good word of mouth. I've been paid but that bit would surely be gravy on the meat of it." He eyes Kerri, boggan senses tingling "Why, I suspect a customer might arise very soon because of this"

"If he knows what's good for him..." Kerri says with a wink.

Brekke makes a slight amused huff, then she says, "Sven, you are a true master of your craft. My thanks, indeed. And now...come sit, and let us talk. I would hear what news you might have, and I will share what I can."

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask... I was in Tea neck the other day and..."

(Fade to boggan gossip, troll nodding, and good company)