Tailor Fadnuj ibn Samil

Currency
Pyreal

Lore & Dialog
Tailor Fadnuj ibn Samil tells you, "Another sun rises, another sun sets. I still haven't sold anything. Bah." Tailor Fadnuj ibn Samil tells you, "Wow, a sale!" Tailor Fadnuj ibn Samil tells you, "I bet you're wondering how I manage to survive when people get all their clothes from dead, smelly corpses, and only visit me to sell what they don't want. The answer is VOLUME!"

Retired Text

Twilight's Gleaming Fadnuj ibn Samil tells you, "If this town were bigger, I might have made some money clothing the refugees. Hmph."

Fadnuj ibn Samil tells you, "I bet the tailor in Arwic is raking in the pyreal..."