Life in Safe Harbor

She had always felt that the cloak Wendy was wearing looked somewhat familiar.

Sabrina leaned closer to inspect it and immediately recognized it as Roy's cloak.

Looking at Wendy's fair, gentle face, an impulsive feeling suddenly rose in her heart, and she flipped open the cloak.

There really was nothing underneath, and certain parts were even more exaggerated than her own...

That reminded her of the first batch of slaves Roy had bought from a platform at the Slave Market. He seemed to have handed out a batch of cloaks then. She had never expected him to give away even his own cloak.

Wendy's face instantly flushed scarlet.

Sabrina also knew she had done something terribly inappropriate. She took the tube skirt from Wendy's hands, deliberately avoided looking at Wendy's face, casually removed her shoulder armor, then turned her back so Wendy could help undo the clasp behind her breastplate...

Sabrina soon put on the tube skirt as well, but it was clearly not a very good fit. It was mainly too small for Sabrina, better suited for ordinary Half-Elves. Once Sabrina put it on, it was tight everywhere, to the point that she could barely breathe.

Seeing that Sabrina had not meant to humiliate her, Wendy secretly let out a breath of relief.

"This tube skirt doesn't fit us very well. When you make more later, you need to consider Wood Elf sizes too and make a few larger ones. I remember there are other Wood Elves on this ship..."

Sabrina held her chest protectively, afraid that the whole tube skirt would burst apart when she breathed.

Wendy lowered her head and giggled, without saying whether she would make them or not...

Then the two elves returned to their previous topic.

"You said those Gray Dwarves kidnapped you on