She may not have had the shop here for long, but Leala has made it undeniably a shop. There are bundles of fabric, spools of thread; there are some pre-made blankets and even a few items of clothing. There are a few chairs for her to work in throughout the shop, or for her to sit and visit with customers. It's one of those chairs that she's settled in when Farogil comes to the shop, a bear fur spread over her lap.

"Oh- hello! Come in! Pardon me for not standing, this is a bit heavy..." Her smile is bright as she beckons him into the shop, out of the fall wind. Closer, it's likely clear that she's altering the bear fur, stitching it into a heavy cloak.

"How can I help you?"