The Drabwurld's pretty much entirely backwards from what I'm used to. [It's a strange thing to admit, but he doesn't seem to mind saying so after all this time. However, he can't help the sudden incredulity in his tone as he continues.]

Lanterns. Like...with oil. [Back up. Let's think about this for a moment. Alice Liddell's a tailor who's taking care of children and who lives in a world where they don't even have normal lights.

...wait. Alice Liddell. ...Alice Li--that took much longer to click than it should, but at least he's smart enough not to mention the name. At least things add up now.]

I don't know where you'd find a textile machine but there's a printing press out by Spire 9. That's some progress, isn't it?