"Fine."

Evellyn groans angrily, but after a lengthy pause she takes off her coat. Vanessa beams with glee, while Evellyn wordlessly unbuckles the halfplate and pulls off her shirt and trousers. Once down to her underwear she bundles the clothes together and forcefully pushes them up against your chest. "Don't. Lose. Them." You're too intimidated to reply with a joke.

Evellyn peeks around the curtain, before looking back at Vanessa expectantly.

"The artificer is in the north district, in her workshop right up against the citywall. Red roof, big furnace chimney, can't miss it."

Now that she has her answer, Evellyn takes a deep breath, ready to walk through the curtain, arms folded.