Sephiroth shook his head. “Isn’t that corrupt?” He sighed. “I’ll do what I can but I’m not going to promise anything. It would be wrong of me to do that.” He headed back into the camp. After a time, he returned to the house, carrying a stack of proper towelling diapers, placing them on a chair just inside of the door.
“I think it’s time to go back to that artisan,” He grunted. “For modification. But I don’t have anything left to trade…”