Buttons, Boots, and Rags

Kestin, the local tailor in Skullport, makes a living selling clothes out of this one-storey building, the ceiling of which frequently leaks as the stalactites above drip a persistent stream of murky water down. He is a moon elf in his fifth century, and though he loves his craft, he wishes he could practice it somewhere a little less dreary. His access to materials is exceptionally limited, and as such, the clothing he sells is nothing extraordinary. He has recently, however, pioneered a technique for spinning the fibres of trillimac into a functional fabric that can take on dyes, and as such, is experimenting with it when they come in. His front counter is covered with scraps of the new material, some of which have been damaged beyond repair. When customers come in, he nervously pulls it all down under the counter and comports himself, worried that people might be disgusted by the idea of clothing made from fungus, or that a competitor might try and steal the idea before he can perfect it. Kestin has a small ring he wears that contains a small dose of drow poison. If a customer tries to bully or harass him, he will often use a tiny hole in the ring to subtly dip a sewing needle in the poison, and “accidentally” prick the offending customer.

Parent Location

The Port

Owner

Kestin