Wandering on down the marketplace, I come to a weaver's shop. I'm always interested in fine cloth. Perhaps I can find something to suit me here. I smile ruefully--I'm not always easy to please. Then I brighten--but it's also true that I reward people well for the things I do like.

I wonder if the weaver has anything in green. It's so hard to find. I'd really like something that would match my eyes...and my emeralds...