Gillianshon neatly folded the garment and placed it back to the countertop. He moved the already counted marks to a pouch on his hip and thanked the woman in front of him. She had purchased a particularly nice piece his mother had embroidered, and he'd learned a few tricks for stitches there. He smiled and encouraged her to become a return patron of their shop as they walked back towards the market square. Gil gazed out into the walkway from just beyond their shop's entrance.
A woman of particular fashion was passing by. Dark colors and good lines in her clothes, though for embellishments she could perhaps make use of their services. He noted then her knots and decided she could certainly have the marks to employ them. If nothing else, it would be nice to see this Rider's choice of style closer. Maybe there would be something to learn there too.
"Dragon Lady," he called, standing tall to best show off his own finely tailored clothes. He called attention to the shop, to the sign and indications they were a well suited business for her needs. "Tell me how this tailor can be of service!"