Focus in the washroom accounting desk beside the open Courtesy Arch turned squarely to the signed guild purchase orders for sixty fitted reed-cloth masks and the royalty envelope for Jo Saye as Master Tailor Dima Fen, Jo Saye. Pella Rook and Veteran Brick-Burner Venn and Sister Merrow addressed the question of dima’s local sales and jo’s design fee. With the flour-test proven in front of the Ward Office, the Guild of Brick-Burners, the Coopers, and the Town Works order sixty fitted masks, earning Dima Fen honest local sales and Jo Saye a fair design fee.
The technical core of dima’s local sales and jo’s design fee needed structuring the commercial agreement so Dima Fen’s local tailor shop owned the ongoing production and repair work in Lathmere. Meanwhile, Jo Saye received a fair fifteen-percent pattern-design royalty and the Dual Injury Reserve received its fifteen-percent levy. Throughout this phase of the cross-threshold collaboration between Jo Saye and Master Tailor Dima Fen, the crew held fast to building layered cloth, wet ash, and wool-grease baffles against invisible cellar damp. Every brass fitting, every stitched seam. Every thirty-minute lunch crossing had to answer to physical measurement rather than guild politics.
“The Guild of Brick-Burners just ordered thirty fitted masks for their kiln crews at four pence apiece. The Ward Office ordered twenty more for the sewer flushers,” forty-six-year-old Dima Fen said, counting out the silver and copper coins onto the pine table with a craftsman’s pride. “That lets me take on two unemployed weaver’s…
