"ENOUGH!!!" cried Umbra's tailor, throwing down his needle and thread as hard as possible. Which, admittedly, isn't very hard. Needles and cotton spools tend to be rather light. In any case... "Enough!!!" I mend, I darn, I weave, I create magnificent works of art for the people to wear, and what do I find? They wear them to slop out the pigs, or trudge through fields of wheat! ENOUGH!" Using his now-bent needle, the tailor deftly picked the lock to the mage's shop that night, and, gathering random ingredients in the dark, he intoned the words he'd found in a […]