***Istoviir’s POV***
She entered the shop confidently, and began to speak to the woman behind the loom. “Bwael oloth. (Good Darkness)” She began.
“Bwael oloth.” The woman answered.
“Usstan z’ress plynn natha ri’narle. (I will take a dress.)” Wolf continued. “Ka dos z’ress tlu mi’fare an’ay ulu patu ol whol ussa. (If you will be kind enough to make it for me.)”
The woman turned curiously towards Wolf, and eyed her up and down, “Usstan saph dos, lueth usstan xuat saph jaluss. (I like you, and I don’t like anyone.)” The woman began. Dos phuul aw’hoa naut Ilythiiri, jhal dos xuat xacoldor ussa-t-a ku’viy rivvil. (You are clearly not Ilythrin, but you do not disrespect me by speaking human.)
I looked proudly at Wolf, who continued to speak to the woman. “Usstan uil Wolf Faer.”
