Praise Nymeia for bringing you here when She did.
There wasn't time to explain before, but Sunsilk Tapestries has the honor of supplying the Immortal Flames. Noble patrons, to be sure, but ones whose needs can be rather difficult to predict.
On this particular occasion, a detachment of ale-soaked adventurers from the Foreign Brigade thought the Silver Bazaar an appropriate location for a bout of fisticuffs, resulting in a pressing need for bandages...
Ordinarily, we would not accept such a large commission at short notice, but the Foreign Brigade is a favorite of Her Grace. It would not do to let the troublemakers suffer, even if they did bring it upon themselves...
And so your lovingly woven fabric will soon be wrapped around the cracked heads, gashed knees, and split knuckles of said ruffians.
Still, your time hasn't been entirely wasted. I daresay you can now weave hempen cloth in your sleep─which is a handy talent to have, given the fabric's many uses.
You've made progress, in short. In fact, I do believe you're ready to undertake commissions.
I refer to the kind of work doled out by Eustace at the Quicksand, of course. It'll be a while yet before you can be entrusted with anything bearing the Sunsilk name.
But should you continue to improve at the rate you have been, that glorious day may not be so very far off...