"I'd be very grateful for that. My closet was stocked with... mostly ugly things, and the women's clothes they sell in the shops doesn't fit me. I've been trying to learn sewing. If you'd consider lessons..." Huaisang sucks his lower lip into his mouth, fidgeting shyly. "I'd pay, of course. Either in art or lessons or cash, as you please."

He'd certainly rather give a portion of his earnings to Wrathion than to the locals, when it comes to commissioning alterations to his clothes.