As I get over my awe, he returns with armfuls of leather, bindings, and other material. “What has happened to this leather?” He inspects my shoes before gently removing them. “Weaver, you travel to harsh conditions, yes? Don’t answer, the boots tell me everything. Who made these? Horrid things. The weight balance is all wrong! You require boots that are made for traversing fire and ice! Not pretty little somethings for others to admire!” He suddenly turns a deep shade of red and ducks his head. Some of the others see and begin teasing him.

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