Maellyn's Fabrics

Maellyn's Fabrics is a specialty shop in Solhaven. It sells fabrics and sewing implements and is located in South Market NE.

[Maellyn's, Fabrics]

RNUM: 1554 (then go shop)

Numerous rolls of bright fabrics on racks take up most of the space in this small shop. The remaining area is taken up by sundries, rolls of trim, and drawers filled with small accessories. Pins, needles, and buttons are carefully sorted into small racks, as are spools of thread and skeins of yarn. A tiny desk almost hides the diminutive halfling shopkeeper from view. You also see a wooden counter and Maellyn Kedy.

Inventory

Welcome to Maellyn's Fabrics!

Maellyn Kedy offers her catalog to browse.
Maellyn exclaims, "Greetings stranger, have a look around!"

  Catalog
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  1. a polished brass thimble         15. a bolt of taffeta
  2. a dull pewter thimble            16. a bolt of satin
  3. a shiny silver thimble           17. a bolt of samite
  4. an engraved gold thimble         18. a bolt of lace
  5. a stick of beeswax               19. a bolt of grosgrain
  6. a tape measure                   20. a bolt of damask
  7. a box of pins                    21. a bolt of chiffon
  8. a packet of fine steel needles   22. a bolt of brocade
  9. a white silk daisy               23. a bolt of broadcloth
  10. a blue silk cornflower          24. a bolt of wool
  11. a scarlet satin poppy           25. a bolt of spidersilk
  12. a yellow silk rose              26. a bolt of silk
  13. a bolt of felt                  27. a bolt of linen
  14. a bolt of velvet                28. a bolt of cotton

Under the wooden counter you see a seamless thanot trapdoor. (Unseen presence)

Maellyn Kedy

Maellyn is a tiny, wizened halfling dressmaker.  She wears a brightly colored patchwork gown, in dozens of different colors and fabrics, pieced together like quilt work.

Maellyn asks, "How many yards are you gonna need, dearie?"

Maellyn casts aspersions on tart lovers everywhere as she wipes jam off a bolt of cloth.

Maellyn quickly cuts some velvet into a loose satchel pattern and begins to whipstitch the pieces.

Maellyn pulls out a small pipe and lights it, leaning back behind her desk and blowing slow smoke rings.

Maellyn sorts through a drawer full of sundries, emerging with a small needle. She settles back behind her desk to stitch the piece of blackwork she has been working on.

Maellyn suddenly pricks her finger on a silver needle and curses under her breath.

Maellyn says, "You know, for those stormy days, you really need a heavier fabric cloak."

Fastidiously bustling around the shop, Maellyn steps on the tail of her cat. With a screech, it runs under the table.

Maellyn brushes tart crumbs from a swatch of fabric and tucks it in near the bottom of the pile.

Maellyn asks, "You need some ribbons, dearie?"

A large dark grey cat creeps out from under the table and curls up behind some bolts of cloth.