In times like these, Ria' questioned the purpose behind the existence of grownups. Of course, he appreciated well-dressed adults and aimed to become an elegant silver fox once the time came, but that really didn't make up for all the problems they created. Oh, if he had a pip for every time some stupid rule or tradition stood in his way, he could just forego this boring education and live like a king on this dubious income alone. Or just bribe the obstacles to fashion revolution.
'Tradition' and 'rules' that grownups liked to hide behind were nice starting points, but far too many forgot that and treated them like the be-all and end-all. Ria' could argue about their idiocy until he was blue in the face - not literally, of course, blue would clash with his hair terribly. Had everyone just mindlessly retreaded old paths, there would be no innovation, no improvement, no progress at all! That aim trumped all this boring nonsense grownups liked to cite, and sometimes, to accomplish this, Ria' needed a sewing machine.
It was a testament to his genius that he could no longer produce all the brilliant designs he's been coming up with. At least, not with the current tools at his disposal. Thus, he's reached out to his suppliers, and arranged to have a nice sewing machine brought to Wyrdwood. He's used one before, and quickly got used to operating it. It was a great step towards the fashion revolution, but naturally some enemy of progress just had to grab and yank him all the way back.
The name of the enemy of progress was Skrudge, and the foul creature certainly deserved it. Ria' suspected the gremlin must have been somehow related to dragons, for the rumours circulating about his hoard of contraband made it out to be of comparable proportions. Well, he was not about to let his sewing machine rust away in the darkness!
He marched proudly towards the lair his enemy called an office, ready to argue and fight for the fashion revolution. It seemed he was not the only person Skrudge has wronged recently, as there was another apprentice waiting in the hallway. And what a curious person it was, with two unique heads sticking out of the boring standard-issue Wyrdwood robe. Ria' wondered how did they handle clothing when not restricted by heartless uniform rules. Even if one was willing to make the sacrifice and compromise in the matters of fashion, the other would still have to account for the head... No! He couldn't afford to get distracted now!
"Are you in the queue?" he asked.