The old goat had brought his measuring tape and some fabric swatches, and after taking Volle’s measurements, he let Volle choose some fabrics. Volle liked the feel of the linen, and asked for it in an orange-red. “That’ll do fine,” Wexlin said. “What do you need, and how many?” “Well,”Volle said sheepishly, “I don’t really have anything. So I need some casual outfits and a couple formal ones, and whatever else I might need. Oh, and some skirts for running.” Wexlin nodded again. “I’ll make the formal outfits with the lace and velvet, if that’s okay. It’s traditional for them.” Volle nodded his agreement. “Do you have a family crest to embroider onto your clothes?” “I do. Hold on.” Volle rummaged through his papers and found a drawing of the Vinton crest, a fox’s head with the Panbestian Canis symbol on a diagonal striped background. The goat examined it. “Rather simple. I can start right away; we’re not very busy. We can have four or five shirts, some skirts, some formal pants, a couple doublets…”
