Syl sat on the floor of his room, a loom he built in front of him. It was a traditional loom, no part of it was in anyway automated. What he had been weaving for the last month and a half was almost done. It was not a rug or blanket, but a tapestry. He was making it for his sister. She had gotten engaged recently well just before he started his project. It was tradition for elves at least to give a gift to a family member when they got engaged. He wove a quite detailed depiction of Sam and her fiance, despite not being present at the engagement ceremony he depicted what he believed to be the exact moment it was officiated. He finished the scene itself the night previous and was working on finishing the border to it. He knew he could get it done today. He would not stop until he had.