Ottar was shopping again. Not for himself, his own shopping was mostly a quiet conversation about repairs with Goinbu and a bulk order of high potions from Amid. He liked Goinbu and Amid, both taciturn, consummate professionals that were utterly unintimidated by him. It was a nice change as most people were stuttering messes if Ottar tried to talk with them.

Today he was going to a seamstress for another custom order for his Goddess. Bending his head to step through the doorway of the small shop he towered over the counter. The elderly prum woman looked up at the 'King' with a odd sort of fondness. "Another plushie young man?"

"Yes. Larger this time, enough to be used as a hug pillow." The words 'hug pillow' -a term brought to Gekkai by the gods- in the deep voice of the strongest warrior caused the seamstress supress a giggle. Ottar still heard her with his enhanced senses and was confused about what was funny, but deemed it irrelevant.

"Of the Little Rookie?" This was the 5th plushie of the 14 year old boy he had got her to make.

"Yes. As always." Ottar only came to this store for Freyas' commissions, his own clothes were made in bulk due to constantly getting shredded. The tiny woman's craftsmanship was impeccable, the only time he had been uncertain of her goods was when he had gotten her to make a Tshirt with the Rabbits face on it, she had made it much too large, broad across as his shoulders and had reached past Lady Freyas knees. He was going to take it back until Freya had let out a peal of musical laughter and declared it "the perfect pajamas".

"Have you made any progress with him?"

"Progress?" Ottar was surprised, the rapid advancement of the Rabbit was talked about all over Orario.

"Does the boy know about... that he's being... pursued?"

So she had meant progress towards Freya taking him. "Not yet. Though he seems to have realized he's being watched."

"Well... I'm rooting for you dearie."

Ottar just nodded.

As the mighty warrior left the tiny clothing shop, the owner got back to work.

'He's surprisingly shy, though perhaps that's for the best.' Thought the elderly seamstress. 'Poor Little Rookie would be terrified if he was aggressive in trying to woo him.'